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
I Want To Thank You Again
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
Before I...
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
Stay Here My Love
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,For which my soul did pine-A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine.Ah, dream too
In Jesus I Abide
No matter what happens in my life,
Hansti thi hansaati thi... Mujhko pagal bnati thi...
Hansti thi hansaati thi, dil ko bahut bhati thi, dekh dekh sarmaati thi, phir andar se muskurati thi, aaj pata chala ke woh, khud toh pagal thi, mujhe bhi pagal banaati thi...
A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing
A cow and a rooster went dancing
MANZIL PHIR SE BANA
Honsala Toot raha ho agar jeevan me…
VIDHYALAY ME SABHA
विद्यालय में सभा की समाप्ति पर,
Why is the Rose so Pale
Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me whyThe Rose should be so pale?And why the azure VioletShould wither in the vale? And why the Lark should, in the cloud,So sorrowfully sing?And why from loveliest
