Under the blue skies of her native land
She languished and began to fade...
Until surely there flew without a sound
Above me, her young shade.
But there stretches between us an uncrossable line;
In vain my feelings I tried to awaken.
The lips that brought the news were made of stone,
And I listened like a stone, unshaken.
So this is she for whom my soul once burned
In the tense and heavy fire,
Obsessed, exhausted, driven out of my mind
By tenderness and desire!
Where are the torments? Where is love? Alas!
For the unreturning days'
Sweet memory and for the poor credulous
Shade, I find no lament, no tears.
-Alexander Pushkin
Why You're My Friend
You are mine till the end.
Only Time Will Remain
It's unbranded and unclaimed,
My Brother Can Eat
My brother can eat.
How Much I Love You For You
Every tone of life
"Enchanted"
Crawling on the snake like curvy roads, relishing every inch ofgreens all around, feasting on the fragranceof the - dissipated wild flowers, captivated by the coolclouds touching the skin, letting my
How And When
We are often greatly bothered
na jaane kahan bitate hai
दोस्ती किस तरह निभाते हैं, मेरे दुश्मन मुझे सिखाते हैं।
Never Look Back
My darling, remember those days long ago,
True Feelings
You make me feel so real
A Poem About Time
Time is slow, time is fast.
