<?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-7990978179636860494</id><updated>2012-02-08T17:29:00.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUSCRIPT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-5244939438853558239</id><published>2009-12-14T17:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:16:48.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows</title><summary type='text'>Stranger O Stranger who may I know you are?Where do you come from, city near or far?Why do you stand here? Who are you looking for?I ask and you do not answerYet you stand like a friend or foeWhat do you require? what do I owe?I see no cheer lingering your faceYou're haunting my spirit draining its grace.In dismal gloom you've got your ways.Do I see myself, a mirror of youOr me that is reflected,</summary><link rel='related' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/5244939438853558239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=5244939438853558239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/5244939438853558239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/5244939438853558239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2009/12/shadows.html' title='Shadows'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/Sya4sbMpztI/AAAAAAAAAFw/37syma64rH0/s72-c/IMG_0949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-8210394903338724195</id><published>2008-10-13T13:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:04:32.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proposal</title><summary type='text'> Were moments not mystic, when I walked with you?In lonesome garden under blue sky’s hueWhile Silence performed her brief stints, to sewThe ecstasies of promise which, hid in curfewThrough your eyes in you I seeThat impish quiver, to raise a fraught in meBelow your frigid fashion and jocund gleeI know what’s imminent, ‘your love in plea’.A sunbeam golden kissing the July duskThe air enchanted, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/8210394903338724195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=8210394903338724195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8210394903338724195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8210394903338724195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposal.html' title='A Proposal'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/SPOKYum1gtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bwSS7DsHDSA/s72-c/500042152_563c23a6aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-4992312499220134719</id><published>2008-02-22T13:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:23:45.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Window</title><summary type='text'>A horizon stretched in bucolic charm,Serene Mist waving green and calm.Boundless pastures under sunlit warm,Azure that blankets the skyline barm.Clinging the curtain in cherished gleamPushing it astride to witness the deem.The scent of meadows like heaven did seem,A grace, that awe’s the Maker’s esteem.Slow to sip the dark coffee in hand,Staring the realm knit with mustin tanned.Gazed and gazed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/4992312499220134719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=4992312499220134719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4992312499220134719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4992312499220134719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2008/02/by-window.html' title='By The Window'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R78Q4iXmulI/AAAAAAAAADs/NZoBWRnBhsY/s72-c/windowvineyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-4554851571802952916</id><published>2008-01-17T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:59:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midnight Ball</title><summary type='text'>Heel on high o'er stressed toe,Clad in black amidst the foeFrizzy air sweeping cold and lowAlone she bides as a pellucid doe&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Emerge does he of an algid night,Robed in raven, the conclave smiteTo see his lure and smirk slightSweltering an aura on his face brightWalking through with guarded heedAmid the cotillion, on vigilant lead."Ebony Dame" heart on fluttering plead,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/4554851571802952916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=4554851571802952916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4554851571802952916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4554851571802952916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2008/01/midnight-ball.html' title='A Midnight Ball'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R4-JSy7xrNI/AAAAAAAAADk/4ntAdwS34ws/s72-c/ball+dance+new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-5383320097231769313</id><published>2007-12-19T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:05:18.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Blind Fad</title><summary type='text'>With shrugged shoulders on a cozy dawn,Walk, do I o’er dew spread lawn,As knees bend to tickle the awnA sparkle dwells like a nascent fawn.Worldly gait and a charming calm,Who is this I see? His manner warm,In passion’d guise, a disturbing psalmA cagey pine my senses in jinxed alarm.Frenzy flame foot rambles near,Cherished smile accosts me dear.His flared eyes as a perplexed spear,In shear thwart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/5383320097231769313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=5383320097231769313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/5383320097231769313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/5383320097231769313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/12/blind-fad.html' title='In Blind Fad'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R2mKCS7xrLI/AAAAAAAAADU/Hiofd6zltCA/s72-c/ATgAAAAfDcIEcTnEW9yJkCgJqDlHNN9Z8lsE5SWSk9UKimxmJfdKyycQzFU3KoQg8dqFh7v1Y8uUHP57gwF9Jsi-nEQ4AJtU9VBr7Yf3uW-SDEWlhBcyh8yaQGc8hg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-6117037636581449852</id><published>2007-12-06T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:51:53.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment With You</title><summary type='text'>In solitary poise I sit along,A lone park-bench, and a bell that gong’sFar ahead as a distant song,A moment with you is all I long.I wet my palms, burying my faceFor just a moment to vision your grace.A presence in all, yearns hearts pace,To unwind strings of minds maze.That charm, that smile, those twinkled eyes,This very place holding our laughter and cries,Shoulder to shoulder did our joys </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/6117037636581449852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=6117037636581449852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6117037636581449852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6117037636581449852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/12/moment-with-you.html' title='A Moment With You'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R1hEetom1bI/AAAAAAAAADM/VyEz9IjTdL8/s72-c/gal+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-4933088363647486113</id><published>2007-11-20T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:34:19.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Farsight</title><summary type='text'>As rue that shuns the morning gold,Eyelids quiver with words untold,Reveals roses black, yearning in cold,For a priceless possession in distant hold.Reach do I, I nay not knowThis distant crave in a far-sight blow.With deft skill wary and slowKen asunder its radiance to glow.Ambit through that spectrum yonderWill inundate bout to retch my ponder.What holds do I have to renderThe obscure hope that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/4933088363647486113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=4933088363647486113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4933088363647486113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/4933088363647486113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-my-farsight.html' title='In My Farsight'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R0NCv8qInBI/AAAAAAAAACo/YbxH_JWOpIA/s72-c/in+my+farsight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-3185908839253087333</id><published>2007-10-09T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:52:12.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Me!!!</title><summary type='text'>Cheek on brace, through your eyes,I see you fill my longed surprise.Dozing lids hear caressing ties,Of Anne’s song strummed for price.Childlike play I’ll win your heart,Push you thru waves that wind apart,Tease your strumming frivolous wart,You’ll spread your arms to fall back dart.With joyful heart, laden boldShimmer do I as you holdSo near in the trance to mold,Every-step in our dance through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/3185908839253087333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=3185908839253087333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/3185908839253087333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/3185908839253087333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-me.html' title='Just For Me!!!'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/Rwws872AqiI/AAAAAAAAACg/Edf49KclOIc/s72-c/apo-beach-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-7038869978189215951</id><published>2007-09-24T16:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:29:05.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parodist Impose</title><summary type='text'>This was a spontaneous impromptu on the go YM!! chat....friend :Am on a blabber spree,not coz of matrimony,i request you to bear with me,my cute and sweet sharmifriend : Sweetie. cutie. lovely.it's only natural thatthey all rhyme with sharmiSharmila Stephen:what sudden mirth causes this to be,yet perplexed i stand to see,on twisted tongue thy gabble spree,Mr.Friend its not cos of mefriend : Wow. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/7038869978189215951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=7038869978189215951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/7038869978189215951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/7038869978189215951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/09/parodist-impose.html' title='The Parodist Impose'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/RvgdRL2AqdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bY-ERUY5Ep4/s72-c/magnetic_poetry1_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-6494350543873239821</id><published>2007-08-07T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:12:54.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall</title><summary type='text'>Gracious dawn in solemn green,  Waved bush and trees in distant lean  Clanking sonance of black birds been,  In tenor notes, my breath was seen.     In pithy stint, did eyes, close  Unraveled tomorrow in distinct prose.  Awakening from her slumbering doze  Will Fall stroll, clad in orange pose.   As hasty poison that kills away,  Fall will cast her spell to stay.  Soon to disrobe the green array,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/6494350543873239821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=6494350543873239821' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6494350543873239821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6494350543873239821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/SvGKgMbgrvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/njLow-GA4pA/s72-c/DPP_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-3652058806911027738</id><published>2007-03-20T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:32:54.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break In Spring</title><summary type='text'>Accede not heart this animationAs stint lay short in sessionBreaking chords of hectic detentionAppeased guise in hospitable invitationWarm hugs conformed lineage bondGlib rattled to satiate my gourmet fond.Of known dudes and chores did chatter alongPrecious were moments that rhythm as song.Swept the tarriance in sprit surgeSanta Barbara to Solvang stretched in merge.Cachuma lake played the stress</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/3652058806911027738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=3652058806911027738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/3652058806911027738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/3652058806911027738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/03/break-in-spring.html' title='A Break In Spring'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/R3hw4C7xrMI/AAAAAAAAADc/MEOF5yMTyYI/s72-c/spring+brk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-6661188477742016302</id><published>2007-02-05T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T15:43:40.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Mom</title><summary type='text'>Assured bundle her palms did hold,Cuddled baggage held me in fold.Surmount care lit in bold,Inundate gaiety forever to mold.Foot on foot she taught to tread,Cheeked cheek, virtues bred.Knowledge, wisdom, this gourmet fed,Earth surpassed her love be read.Digressed pretence to face nadir,Bank on her, tears and satire.Daunts changing, my face clad attireWhen josh reproves to retire.Her face sublime,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/6661188477742016302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=6661188477742016302' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6661188477742016302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6661188477742016302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-you-mom.html' title='Love You Mom'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/RcfjYnyrH6I/AAAAAAAAABE/XCBFD69FU1c/s72-c/mother-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-1902622696246298269</id><published>2007-01-28T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:29:13.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redeemed To Faith</title><summary type='text'>Believeth not this distinct cheer,Stint though brief with phases queerJoy and sorrow as weighted peer,Proposition animate, stepped on wary gear.Lips sealing the silent word,Else heeded tongue to gash as swordIntent not on diabolic cord,Appeased rage counted on wisdom prodRuler be He of past eon,Extant days and future beyondQuery do I this immediate conSmiled He at me Lord of yon.Rebuttal was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/1902622696246298269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=1902622696246298269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/1902622696246298269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/1902622696246298269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/01/redeemed-to-faith.html' title='Redeemed To Faith'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/RbzO9YNpXqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/b2QfAcwUeSw/s72-c/GodsHands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-8686638054552799684</id><published>2007-01-18T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:46:03.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Her Smile</title><summary type='text'>Upended thoughts to wrinkle templeUshered day on belligerent ramble,Laden drudgery trods to wamble.All thrived for a soul to cradleCouching the spine, eyelids shutterAffronted a guise, with smile to utterUnspoken linguals did her eyes mutterBlithe unleashed, expelled the sputterMuted moments lingered still,Facet to cast the passionate kill.Cincture sways sloughed me to grillAnd unravel perception</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/8686638054552799684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=8686638054552799684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8686638054552799684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8686638054552799684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-her-smile.html' title='In Her Smile'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/Ra-wuYNpXpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A-LLWg7HvJw/s72-c/her+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-7536470653814437263</id><published>2007-01-15T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:02:31.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking With Dad</title><summary type='text'>Locked his thumb my digits petite,Jingled countenance hops elite.Feet in three, been my leapt heightCheering the sunrise walked through white.Me and him trampling the misty morning dust,Intriguing notice to pick me to his bustPrincess on palanquined arms pride to oustVisioned the world his way, airs in illustrious gustBe pendent o’er his shoulder,Resting my chin about love much olderEmbraced by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/7536470653814437263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=7536470653814437263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/7536470653814437263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/7536470653814437263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/01/walking-with-dad.html' title='Walking With Dad'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/Rav6UoNpXoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/r19eRBwvEK0/s72-c/Walking%2520with%2520Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-6694709862485442174</id><published>2007-01-08T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T08:58:16.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miami Cruise</title><summary type='text'>On board the Island QueenJostling mirth, ocular keenDusk blankets the fading cerise seen.Enthrallment had surmise beenAs buds bask to bloom the sunshineJuxtapose Miami lit under western lineAwaiting minutes to wade the ocean in sine,Cheerful smiles goaded what laid pine.Regressing the dock, malls in clank burnLazing her torso, reverberating her turn.Waging majestic beneath did waters churnUnder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/6694709862485442174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=6694709862485442174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6694709862485442174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6694709862485442174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2007/01/miami-cruise.html' title='The Miami Cruise'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9sWuhLCqKlA/RaLNi2PTDFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/revLlchMuks/s72-c/miami+cruise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-8832406455535652089</id><published>2006-11-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:57:35.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystique Rain</title><summary type='text'>Toes tipped the dew mount grass,Breeze clinging to distant acoustic brass.Crimson dawn bows down to pass,Hues of nature’s blue, governing the stars.Pits of puddles wink as rippleMoment-less gay will feet crippleWill vive eternity in this tipple?My wit to heart ambush scuffle.This rain mystique lit aglowGelid waves of mind to mellowMystique rain, as I walk through the willowAlighted the guise a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/8832406455535652089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=8832406455535652089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8832406455535652089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/8832406455535652089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2006/11/mystique-rain.html' title='Mystique Rain'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-6217584044617047448</id><published>2006-11-20T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:41:47.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sepulcher</title><summary type='text'>Twenty footsteps trotted astride,Impish travelers in sojourn’s prideYoung and old a colossal tide,Resplendent glib, they tread like a bride.Distant lands will they adjourn,With wisdom gained o’er every turn.Embarked pedestals they did learn,Vogue kings and knights, reign in stern.Convoy to elude all amaze,O’er the sepulcher they did gaze.Gabbled their witness in instantaneous pace,Unwary insight,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/6217584044617047448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=6217584044617047448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6217584044617047448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/6217584044617047448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2006/11/sepulcher.html' title='The Sepulcher'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-2890320156796241989</id><published>2006-11-17T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:03:34.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear in Sin</title><summary type='text'>Seraphic beauty faded away,Cheerful dimples no more to sway.Deemed darkness wrath in play,Clenching apparition ahead lay.My sin, my sin, fists pounding,In sheer dismay, eyes drowning.Failure resulting, my wisdom knowing,In disparate ways thoughts concealingToo encumbered here unraveled,Power, patience, passion bedraggled,Smile and sacrifice, amassed and chapeled,Lesions in love, tears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/2890320156796241989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990978179636860494&amp;postID=2890320156796241989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/2890320156796241989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990978179636860494/posts/default/2890320156796241989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/2006/11/fear-in-sin.html' title='Fear in Sin'/><author><name>Sharmila Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01881885085693680994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990978179636860494.post-8394490296662241002</id><published>2006-11-16T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:48:20.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul On Solitude</title><summary type='text'>In deepest calm was she disturbance,Gruesome rip of soul perturbrance.Punitive was her look of askance:Meekly lifting my head in resiliencePropounded herself as solitude,Premonition, phantomed my attitude.Hustling grief her beatitude,Voidness, her way of gratitudeIgnorance being the spell to last,Licentious touch o’er my eyes she cast.Unfounded vision of the pastI fail my slumber to the elusive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharmilastephen.blogspot.com/feeds/8394490296662241002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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