Merely a boy 24 years old,
Mysteries of life, stories untold.
24 summers made me grow,
Memories of 24 winters pass to and fro.
I still discover what lies beneath
My roles played in the stories underneath.
Am I what I am, but what am I;
The name,the presence or the soul so high?
Love More Hurts
I don't get how you can't see
Hurt And Pain
Hurt and pain.
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thouBeside me singing in the wilderness -Ah, wilderness were paradise now!
Brown Eyes
I've always used words to describe him
dosti ka rishta khas
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas , Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
Me
Can't you seeThe pain in my eyes?But this is meAnd my life.If you hold me closeYou can hear my heartIt cries more than mostFrom being torn apart.After every breath I take,After every fight I witness,I
Holi - Prem ki !!
Aao Aao, Yahan sabh aaodekho kaisey khel rahanatkhat nand laal yahanchupke se chura raha makhan mishri latka hua..'kaanha kaanha' ki pukaarhar oar, Gopiyan dhondecharon tarafh, khudbechain hain - rang
Apney hisse ka diya khud jalaana hoga...
Khawahish Se Nahi Girtey Phal Jholi Mein Waqt Ki Shakh Ko Mere Dost Hilana Hoga Kuch Nahi Hoga Andheron Ko Bura Kehny Se Apney Hissey Ka Diya Khud Hii Jalaana Ho Ga
MUSKURANE KI WAJHA
Humare Muskurane ki Wajah Tum Ho,
