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    Mild
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    Melody
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    SOS Hermann Gmeiner School
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  1. mild melody

    Daffodils

    Sunshine Flowers Daylight colored petals, so bright I wear shades, answer headaches with hope. We walk through them, fields of sun-faced blossoms. Tomorrow will find us back in humankind, but for now we are otherworldly, making our escape to where dreams never have to be confronted by reality, as we imitate God like these Sunshine Flowers noticed Daffodils?
  2. impressing a girl.... i dont know how the whole process works....., but somewhere i have read that the first 10 seconds that u see someone, u take an impression from hi/her.....and when you find that to be true it goes to the positive direction and when u find it to be false then it goes to a negative direction.....but the question is, how long will you take to discover the real face from that person
  3. mild melody

    Soul Love

    friends, i am really happy to find myself once again around you.....and am really happy with the continuity of this forum....... Soul Love When a soul finds love, it's the ultimate kind. Bursting illusions of thoughts over time. It opens the eyes and dries away tears. It rids all the pain felt through the years. It kindles a flame that burns in desire. Never changes course to start a new fire. It calls commitment upheld in the heart. Deepens trust in minds that will not depart. In lasting romance that seals in the soul. The happiness felt will forever grow.
  4. thats something from a loving heart......a sweet poem....keep on comming
  5. mild melody

    my feelings

    my feelings i can hear you, but i cant see you, i dont know you, but i understand you, i dont know, either i need you, or i love you.......
  6. Cyberspace Love For quite a while, he continues to occupy a small part in her life. Everybody, of course, knows that she has broken up with him, but for what reason, few know or comprehend. What everyone has heard is that he has accepted her proposal of ending the relationship, which they have tried to keep secret. For the veterans, they would hardly call what they had a “relationship.” To the best of people’s knowledge, she and he have never shown public affection except through computer messaging. Cyberspace love? the experienced snap, why we’ve all done that when we were merely innocent kids, but that can hardly be considered “going out.” No matter, he and she are broken up; they are over, but not exactly. Computers have started their affection, and now computers continue to communicate his linger. Many see his messages when they go to her message board on the internet. He leaves random messages about his and her friends, about his day, about the recent events, and other ordinary things. She answers his messages as she does with everybody else’s. They are just friends now, people conclude; friends who only talk on computer message boards. Days and months pass, and her message board visitors still see his messages, but his greetings are becoming less enthusiastic and detailed; altogether, the messages become shorter and shorter, sometimes not exceeding just a simple “Hi!” They see each other at school everyday, but they act as if they are unfamiliar schoolmates as they have done when they were “together”; when they had that clandestine mutual affection. There are no secrets now. She seems happy and content, and he is still his old self: sportive, active, and seemingly indifferent to girls. Anybody who was kept in the dark will not notice any change in his and her behavior. Indeed, even those who do know does not notice any change, either before or after. One day, she sees her message board without his screen name. She scrolls through the page, searching vainly. She feels a tingle of hollowness for not being able to reply his message as she has done in the past few months. He might have just forgotten today, she tells herself. She does not see the screen name the next day, nor the next, nor the day after the next, nor the following week. When one month has passed without his messages, she feels glad, yet a little melancholy: glad because at last it is over and melancholy because it is over. She still sees him in school, but she never saw his screen name again.
  7. Her Untold Story There's a story inside of her head, it tells of her bitter, sad song. Tells what she knows and what she's learned, and shows the pain inside. Who is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart? Get deep inside and find the key that will unlock her soul and free her love? Who is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart? Get deep inside and find the key that will unleashe her mind to find a new start. Could you be that one for her? Her prince to rescue her away? She's been waiting for oh so long, her time is soon to come. She sits outside her window, watching the world roll by, longing for her story to end. She's ready to surrender because she doesn't know who, who Who is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart? Get deep inside and find the key that will unlock her soul and free her love? Who is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart? Get deep inside and find the key that will unleashe her mind to find a new start. She's old and withered on her bed. Love never came for her. She shut herself out to the world, buried that key too far down. She counts the days now, her few days left. She's learned the lesson of love- that if you wait for it, it will never come, and now she sees that No one is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart. Get deep inside and find the key that will unlock her soul and free her love. No one is there to write her novel, to fill the pages of her heart. Get deep inside and find the key that will unleashe her mind to find a new start. No one can fix her broken heart. No one can erase the mistakes of time. Her story ends, yet remains untold, the lost story of her life.
  8. Ah, yeah......i'm busy with something and other......so....but be sure....there are still a lot more to come from me.....and yr support is always wanted
  9. good to hear from you after long dream noon....welcome! seems like you have had a really tight schedule
  10. I think dude_yog finds a pleasure advocating for the students of big names......and may be he thinks those from small names are just ants and rats..then...sorry yog...you are absolutely wrong. I have also told in my previous post....that being in big names gives a chance for a short term popularity....but that is not what lasts for ever.....it has to fade away if you don't have your own impression other than your university's. Like Lamitation//Moon said....its the student's everything that counts. You may feel proud that you are at harvard, but at the end of the day...its you to move...to work...to behave and to live......harvard will not at any cost come to rescue you at every moments. and i also don't agree that a man is known by his society....thats a conservative mind speaking i guess....a man is known from his deeds, his thinkings...his philosophy.....not his society...its not that a society makes a man...but men make society......will you consider an intelligent scientist from a socially outcasted community as nothing? So as i said earlier also...debating over "i am proud to sit on the bench where, sometime ago, this and that has stayed" is not what we need at this time...we are supposed to be moving ahead in the right path and together...lets not say that...i haven't heared this university's name...this university is ok...i haven't heared this university's name more than 2,3 times......this university is not even good and things like that (that dude_yog used to reply innocent princess's post).....whats the use of nonsense rating like these??? it is nothing more than humiliating.....and the words dude_yog used (being Honourable member) are very offensive. The debate must be about learning....getting educated.....and doing something.....not dreaming seating on the bench where once rajiv gandhi or amithab bachan sat.
  11. is it supposed to be for me ??? i didn't get
  12. I will be happy if anyone wants to compose it ...i am trying myself Fill me up I am scratching my head There’s one thing I don’t get Are you here to stay? Or are you going away? You come back and then go It’s hard for me to know What goes on in your head This is driving me mad Fill me up with the juice of your mind Let me drink up mysterious finds That are roaming inside of your head Maybe then everything I will get I am scratching my head There’s one thing I don’t get You keep saying to me That by my side you’ll be But then something comes up And your promises stop Tasting real sounding true I stop believing in you Fill me up with the juice of your mind Let me drink up mysterious finds That are roaming inside of your head Maybe then everything I will get If you have to go then do it for good I am tired of being misunderstood If you think I don’t get what’s going on Then you’re a fool go on and be gone Fill me up with the juice of your mind Let me drink up mysterious finds That are roaming inside of your head Maybe then everything I will get
  13. thank you friends...comming on more.....
  14. continued.... We had been together for some time at college in the past. Not a lot of time but, time enough to know each other from close. I don't know about her but I had always wanted to share more time together then we normally did. She had not made much of an impression on me while we first met. We had a brief introduction and I thought she was beautiful. Latter, I started to admire her more. She looked to be, for me, more beautiful, lovable, admirable. The naive innocence in her face, her soft and sweet smile, her beautiful dark eyes, everything took my attention towards her like never before. That was plainly why I wanted to spend more time with her. But I always got to spend far less time with her then I wanted. That was not because we lacked that time, but because of my shy nature. I used to be among friends talking about various things, some interesting some boring and she also used to be in the group sometimes. We used to talk, by the way, about some topic. Other than that, I never talked with her in person during those early days. Neither did she. The only personal talks that we used to share were 'hi', 'good morning', 'good bye' and things like that, the regular formalities of greeting and farewells. But, it was just a matter of time....before we became closer. (to be continued.....)
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