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)
Befikri ho chali
बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा काँधा मिला था
A Choice Is Mine
Life may not let me select my lot,
Missing...
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I Miss You
In the blink of an eyeI didn’t know That I would have to say goodbyeAt night a tear rolls down my cheek One day I will go back to that placeWhere I last saw your faceAnd say that I miss you
YAAD ME TERI YAARA
Dard apne dil ka humne
I Hate This Feeling
I Am Not A Flirt
I'm not just a flirt.
hum chalna chahte hai
hum raah ko badalna nahi chahte,
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Do not judge me
tumse jab bate shuru hui
उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा कुछ तो अलग सा है तुम में
