When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.
-Hartley Coleridge
I'm Sorry For Hurting You
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
Changing The Past
The past is the past for a reason.
kuchh pal ki bate
कुछ पल की बातें, कैसे दोस्ती में बदल गई पता नहीं चला।
TU SAFAR HAI MERA
Tera safar mera safar,
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
BOLE SUBHASH JI
दमकी उनकी रक्तिम काया!
No Tears
Under the blue skies of her native landShe languished and began to fade...Until surely there flew without a soundAbove me, her young shade.But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;In vain my
har uski ladai mein
दोस्ती में हमने दोस्तो को नजराना पेश किया है।
