When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
-Sara Teasdale
My Careless Whisper
A sparkling flame uploading your name
Start Fresh
I wanna start fresh...
Losing Touch
DESH HAMARA HAI
इस देश की मिट्टी में
AANKHON MEIN BHARE VIHAAG
बीती विभावरी जाग री!
Home Alone
My family's gone; there's no one home.
CHUN CHUN KAR
मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,
Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
HAR PAL LARTA HAI
कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी
