Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me. And now we reach'd the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near and nearer still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp'd:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp'd. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
-William Wordsworth
Love After Love
The time will come
UJADI ZINDAGI
Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,
CHUN CHUN KAR
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
I Am Worthy
I am worthy. There is nothing
Just For Today
Just for today,
me kon hun
आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वाला राज़ हूँझूठा हूँ फ़रेबी हूँ कल से डरने
Navigation To Nowhere
Find Your Drive
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
Ek misaal bankar,
Dikha do duniya ko
