tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76490082011-04-22T00:59:40.699+07:00Learning everyday.....Vaijayanthi KMnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649008.post-1128399161212043692005-10-04T11:12:00.000+07:002005-10-04T11:14:11.176+07:00<b><center>Looking at a new dawn....</center></b><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/640/100_1288.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/480/100_1288.jpg'></a><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649008-112839916121204369?l=smalltraveller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vaijayanthi KMnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649008.post-1128068158539024922005-09-30T15:15:00.000+07:002005-10-04T11:18:10.583+07:00<b><center>The One Legged Crow</center></b><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/640/The%20one%20legged%20Crow1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/480/The%20one%20legged%20Crow1.jpg'></a><br /><b>Let me fly away<br />There is no time to feel tired, neither do I want to<br />I got to live this illusion through because I have beautiful places to go to<br />Beautiful people to see, and beautiful dreams to make true<br />All I ask is for my wings to remain and the world will be mine<br />Let me start right now - hop a little, jump a little and just fly away</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649008-112806815853902492?l=smalltraveller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vaijayanthi KMnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649008.post-1127983814745180872005-09-29T15:50:00.000+07:002005-10-04T11:18:24.733+07:00<b><center>The Great Garhwal Himalayas</center></b><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/640/Himalayas1_135.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/220/4155/480/Himalayas1_135.jpg'></a><br /><b>When the mountains rise, can the small ants speak?<br />I'm an ant between these mountains waiting to grow...<br />With a smile on my face, I know<br />that those hooves sooner or later would land<br />On my beautiful face and lo! I would be no more<br />Reborn I would be though<br />and this time, I want to be a white kite<br />Able to fly high up on clouds and feel lite<br />No hooves to catch me this time<br />Then I sure will enjoy those chimes...</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649008-112798381474518087?l=smalltraveller.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vaijayanthi KMnoreply@blogger.com1