To Harriet
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
Whose is the warm and partial praise,
Virtue's most sweet reward?
Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul
Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?
Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on,
And loved mankind the more?
Harriet! on thine:—thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the inspiration of my song;
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.
Then press into thy breast this pledge of love;
And know, though time may change and years may roll,
Each floweret gathered in my heart
It consecrates to thine.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
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MUJHE NAHI PATA
Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
What Your Friendship Means To Me
your friendship means the world to me
I've never met someone else like you
you me
HAMARE DIL KE PAAS
Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho,
Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho.
&
ishq hi khuda hai
Meri khwahishon ka daayra
Kya Karu Ke Meri Khwahishon Ka Daayra Bahut Chota Hai,
Tumhi Se Shuru Hota Hai, Tum Par
aisa bharatvarsh banayein
Bhookh, Garibi Aur Laachari Ko,
Iss Dharti Se Chalo Aaj Mitaayein.
Bharat Ke Bhar
Inner Peace In Life
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
badi badi desh ki bate
alag alag galiyon ko kon ginta hai
saath khade ho rehne wale, desh tabhiu banta hai
I Am In Love With You
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
tumhe pata na chala
यूँ तो शराफत और सादगी लुभाती थी मुझको