Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
-Emily Brontë
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
My Friend, How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Friends
We are going to different high schoolsI know it will be hardwe were best friendsand now we are ripped apartI remember the good days we hadthroughout these 3 long yearsyou were there when I was sadeven
Jealous Love
Hands starting to sweat.
APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA
Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena
Doggy Heaven...
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told). They run and play along the streets of Gold. Why is heaven such a doggie-delight? Why, because there's not a single cat in sight!!!
Don't Think Quit
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
A Day Away
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI
मुझे न बसंत भाता है,
boyfriens ki marzi kaa intzaar
उनकी मर्ज़ी हो तो वो हम से बात करते है
