When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
-Hartley Coleridge
Be Strong In Life
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune! As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee
I Am Trying
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
INN AANSUON ME UTAR AYA HAI
Aasman mei iss aadhe-adhure chand ke sath
ve kar jise sakte nahi
हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले
A Life In Progress
Fear is loud and bossy.
pata hi na chala
एक जमाना जब दोस्तों के साथ,
SANSAR CHALAY BETHE HAIN
क्या बात करूँ मैं लोगो की
bat hai yeh kon jo hoti nahi
जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं
AASHIKI ME BASS
आशिकी में है बस दर्द ही दर्द खुशी का नाम झूठा है
