Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)
tumse jab bate shuru hui
उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा कुछ तो अलग सा है तुम में
I'm Sorry For Hurting You
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
safar me dhoop
यही है ज़िन्दगी कुछ ख़्वाब चन्द उम्मीदें, इन्हीं खिलौनों से तुम भी बहल सको
Reflections
There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ
what my body knows
Teri hasrat mere dil mai yun bs gai...
Teri hasrat mere dil me yun bass gai he, Jaisey ek Andhey ko hasrat aankhon Ki...
Love Is A Game
She wants a man
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
Adhikar bataye baithe hai.
Sach jhooth kisi ki baaton ka,
