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
zindgi hi ti hai
ज़िन्दगी ही तो है थोड़ा और सीखा देगी
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,
Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a flyI hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at lightI dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each placeWhere
DHARA SE DOOR CHAND
दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती
To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker
EK ITIHAAS BAN JATE HAI
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते हैं,
Lessons Taught
Sit up straight, speak with grace
BAYAAN KARTE MERI TISHNAGI
Raaz-o-niyaaz jo thi meri zindagi
Life Journey
We are all on a life journey, each one of us with a purpose. Some of us realize our purpose and others are searching for theirs.
Ek misaal bankar,
Dikha do duniya ko
