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
Descending Trousers
Oh, dear,
Friendship Are Like Daimonds
In the darkness, in the silence,
Jo ek bar ho jae mohbbat to fir kisi or se nhi hoti...
Kisi ko tut kar chahne se mohabbat nhi hoti ,
hum veer jawan
जाग रहे हम वीर जवान,
Tum chalo dagar pe,
Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,
Only Time Will Remain
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
Love More Hurts
I don't get how you can't see
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
sacha veer bana de
sacha veer bana de maa- sacha veer bana de maa
A Voice Behind
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks