tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483983629104580122024-02-19T07:41:41.772-08:00DOUBLE PTHIS MEANS PRAKHAR PRIYANSHPRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-77491241762645713362011-05-22T23:04:00.000-07:002011-05-22T23:10:15.630-07:00Here are the photos, loved by me a lot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPcauY4pXEdgZyKGyB4mdNITMsschfejAZb3pJuvwaZhyy4Oruq5iZQeUJtKWaYk69DKcGCKs9ijCz_xUuGwcmlfz8bnhW9YoUTWGTouXBVFQ5jn_EUzEZNnNDK33AaXtgBQClvIQdO77/s1600/garden+5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPcauY4pXEdgZyKGyB4mdNITMsschfejAZb3pJuvwaZhyy4Oruq5iZQeUJtKWaYk69DKcGCKs9ijCz_xUuGwcmlfz8bnhW9YoUTWGTouXBVFQ5jn_EUzEZNnNDK33AaXtgBQClvIQdO77/s320/garden+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609789924143966482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGhQD6Vh8z6dly1BX36HXEjwcoJuaV5k0udHb23_jgFlq6Yo6oiJj5y3PqNRApu6JxJIU5Qk9BuvKc3SPTLjmocAL-u9US8iw15wDgjgN-C3IcRM5yhz0NLW26xCJg8CG8DCZHLDfjdhp/s1600/garden+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcVzyeltkgVl1zm52ICLJynUuvvW6qmJEYeeCm_bJTUGN7da24sVtWBrF_6048uZW-OJKiqOK-Ki18axJcwvNJmg0p84dgtsh2MCXMyhJ25-5a2pIIStSCINMWT9s7ks_U0uwqBTOwHBS/s320/garden+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609789642571398882" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUtLEbxey_k_laK86BXNP3YyFZss5EpaPYEKhqXOFtDinCYOuSlCSnXrXp6F0QeIrEoqV6FeQTy1388cQA0EFHbhzYiwK-eTzhFFGWDKqYgZNt5qdb06z4wkxcOT_3e_zWKw1bz_dOirh/s1600/garden.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUtLEbxey_k_laK86BXNP3YyFZss5EpaPYEKhqXOFtDinCYOuSlCSnXrXp6F0QeIrEoqV6FeQTy1388cQA0EFHbhzYiwK-eTzhFFGWDKqYgZNt5qdb06z4wkxcOT_3e_zWKw1bz_dOirh/s320/garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609789508810729010" /></a>COMMENT ON THISPRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-63982940814888880972011-04-25T03:46:00.001-07:002011-04-25T03:47:32.899-07:00Thought of the week<div>Extra ordinary people not do different things</div><div>They do things differently</div>PRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-22144097643106825672011-04-23T22:22:00.000-07:002011-04-23T22:31:26.465-07:00The Solitary Reaper<div><font color="#ff6666">A voice so thrilling ne'er heard</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">In spring time from cuckoo-bird</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Breaking the silence of the seas</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Amoung the farthest Hebrides.</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666"></font> </div><div><font color="#ff6666">Will no one tell me what she sings?</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">For old, unhappy, far-off things</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">And battles long ago</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666"></font> </div><div><font color="#ff6666">Or is it some motre humble lay</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Familier matter of to-day?</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Same natural sorrow, loss, or pain,</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">that has been, and may be again?</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666"></font> </div><div><font color="#ff6666">Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">As if her song could have no ending</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">I saw her singing at her work</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">And o'er the sticle bending</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666"></font> </div><div><font color="#ff6666">I listen'd, motionless and still</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">And as i mounted up the hill</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">The music in my heart I bore</font></div><div><font color="#ff6666">Long after it was heard no more</font></div><div><font color="#ffcc66">- William Wordsworth</font></div>PRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-88056960384779238162011-04-22T10:20:00.001-07:002011-04-22T10:31:39.399-07:00The road not taken<div>Two roads divergedin a yellow wood,</div><div>And sorry I could not travel both</div><div>And be one traveller, long i stood</div><div>And I looked down one as far as i could</div><div>To where it bent in the undergrowth,</div><div> </div><div>Then took the other, as just as fair</div><div>And having perhaps the better claim</div><div>Because it was grassy and wanted wear</div><div>Thought as for that the passing there</div><div>Had worn them really about the same,</div><div> </div><div>And both that morninig equally lay,</div><div>In leaves no step had trodden black</div><div>Oh! I kept the first for another day</div><div>yet knowing how way leads on to way</div><div>I doubted if i should ever come back.</div><div> </div><div>I shall be telling this with a sigh</div><div>Somewhere ages and ages hence,</div><div>Two roads diverged in a wodd, and I-</div><div>I took the one less travelled by,</div><div>And that has made all the difference</div><div>- Robert Frost</div>PRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-45237751048033895702007-10-05T23:28:00.000-07:002007-10-05T23:51:26.594-07:00A Window Away<span style="color:#3333ff;">I look out of my window what do I see?</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">A cardinal, a blue jay and a chickadee.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">They sit on my feeder or in my tree,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">They're fun to watch and company.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">When I here them sing thier pretty song,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">My worries and cares are gone.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hummingbirds engoy my flower,</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Succulent nectar they love to devour</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">The chipmunk fills his cheeks</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">With seed that he seeks.</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">He scurries away back to his dain</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Then comes back for seeds again</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Rabbits run, hop and play</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">On the wonderful sunny day</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mother nature is a window away</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I am thankful for this every day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">-Sandi Vander Sluis</span>PRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448398362910458012.post-21357929455898461712007-09-29T05:21:00.000-07:002007-10-06T00:04:33.296-07:00STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">Whose woods these are I think I know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">His house is in the village though;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">He will not see me stopping here,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">To watch his woods fill up with snow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">My little horse must think it queer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">To stop without a farmhouse near ;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">He will not see me stopping here,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">Between the woods and frogen lake,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">The darkest evening of the year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">He gives his harness bells a shake,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">To ask if there is some mistake;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">The only other sound's the sweep,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">Of easy wind and downy flake.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">The woods are lovely, dark and deep,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">But I have promises to keep;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">And miles to go before I sleep,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">And miles to go before I sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">- Robert Frost</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>PRAKHARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03856477673687336240noreply@blogger.com0