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 still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
-Robert Burns
dominic my reallity
He is good,maybe ugly.
aag abhi bohot see kafi hai
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत से लगते हैं,
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Yad To Aati Hogi
Self Created
True inner joy is self – created.It does not depend on outer circumstances.A river is flowing in and through you carrying the message of joy.This divine joy is the sole purpose of life.(Sri
The Good Little Boy
Once there was a boy who never
dosti kya hai
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
WO REHTE HAI IS KADAR
Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise
har uski ladai mein
दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश किया है।
