tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66819153130678687892011-07-08T07:43:12.085-04:00Nikhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098721384686837744noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681915313067868789.post-23732547677808640462009-10-16T14:50:00.003-04:002009-10-16T14:56:01.560-04:00Of fathers and daughters, mothers and sons<br />What can one say, in words but once?<br />What gifts can one give to such souls caring<br />When your existence is gift enough, glowing!<br />So tell them you love them and enjoy this nonce!<br /><br />--------------------------------------------<br />Inspired by a friends poetry..<br /><a href="http://prachitelang.wordpress.com/2009/10/16/daddy-s-girl-love-from-the-very-st-start/">Express IT : Daddy s Girl-Love from the very 1st Start</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681915313067868789-2373254767780864046?l=nikhilbagewadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098721384686837744noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681915313067868789.post-52276070134024349552009-10-15T03:51:00.004-04:002009-10-15T04:27:13.498-04:00A drunk man flops down on a subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie is stained, his face is smeared with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin is sticking out of his coat pocket. He opens a newspaper and begins reading. After a few minutes the guy turns to the priest....<br /><br />His clothes are crumpled, his tie is stained,<br />Lipstick on his face, he drinks unrestrained,<br />"Father, what causes arthritis?" asks the atheist<br />"Sin, alcohol and wicked women", replies the biblicist<br />"Lord help the pope!, coz hes got it" says the man pained!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681915313067868789-5227607013402434955?l=nikhilbagewadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098721384686837744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681915313067868789.post-71502450853352424052009-10-14T09:57:00.002-04:002009-10-14T10:19:10.705-04:00This ones for Sinatra :)<br /><br />Once stood a man on the Rostra,<br />Spelt music with beauty that rivalled Cleopatra,<br />Notes that could light up the night sky,<br />Bring memories sweet as pie<br />That man was Frank Sinatra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681915313067868789-7150245085335242405?l=nikhilbagewadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098721384686837744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6681915313067868789.post-86536215574395204202009-10-10T14:23:00.000-04:002009-10-10T14:59:43.957-04:00I recently took up writing limericks. Its very interesting (almost addictive ;) ). Now, I never imagined myself writing anything close to poetry, until I read my friend Rohit's blog (<a href="http://www.rohits-ramblings.com/">Rohit's Ramblings</a>). That, coupled with his great advice on writing style, got me going. So I'd like to open up my Limerick tally on my blog, by writing a limerick on him. So here goes:<br /><br /><br />Hark ye, theres a great brain working,<br />Topics he is out seeking,<br />Thoughts at the speed of light,<br />What he's upto? ask you might<br />I think he's Limeric"king"!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6681915313067868789-8653621557439520420?l=nikhilbagewadi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nikhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098721384686837744noreply@blogger.com4