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
Life is love
Best Of Brands
Get that nit comb through those strands,
Free From A Bad Relationship
As I sit in my corner and think about your lies,
Joy Of Having A Friend
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Faith And Courage In Life
In life, some people will hurt us and cause us pain,
azadi hum hargiz hata nahi sakte
अपनी आज़ादी को हम हरगिज़ मिटा सकते नही,
When I See You
When I see you,
Womens In My Life
JINKE TYAG TAPOVAN
महके बीस गुलाब गंध बाँटे खुशहाली
Dosti Ka Rishta