When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.
-George Peele
Shadow Of Life
Walking in the shadow of fear,
chalna hamara kaam hai
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Heart Over Matter
When your heart suddenly feels
Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay, And gilded buds were sparely setOn oak tree and the thorny may, I gave my love a violet."O Love," she said, and kissed my mouth With one light, tender maiden
kun rahoon
Gati prabal pairon mein bhari
Befikri ho chali
बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा काँधा मिला था
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
Sometimes In Life
The world just sometimes feels like
This Is A Daily Reminder
This is a daily reminder
