KHWABO KA PARDA
Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,
JIS DESH ME GANGA BEHTI HAI
जिस देश में गंगा बहती है
My Dream
MY dream, a vagabond,Hovering in endless woe;Wings tattered like a cloth,Searching for the color of joy.My dream, a vagabond,With a long to taste azure topazes in the sky.
TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN
कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से कर पावन।
Uljha-sa aaj mein hue
Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,
A Minute
Every one young or oldNeeds someone to listenAs their stories are toldThe difference is yours to makeA minute from your busy dayIs all it would takeTake a minute and lend an earListen intentlyTo what
Never Letting Go
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
For A Friend Who Helped Me
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowsThe liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and seeThat brave vibration each way free,Oh, how that glittering
In Search Of
In search of truthIn search of lightIn search of goodIn search of rightNow if you seek Which things are trueTake as your guideThis one sure clue.It never failsIt’s always right…If the World
