On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
-A. E. Housman (1859–1936)
Just Who You Are
You've got quite an easy style
A Dieter's Desire
Oh my soul, be thou quiet
Don't Bring Camels in the Classroom
Don’t bring camels in the classroom.
YEH ROVIEW AGAR HO BHI JAYE TO KYA
eh Document, Yeh Meetings, Yeh Features Ki Duniya,
The Feeling Of Emptiness
I look into a broken mirror,
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
Nazar lagao gey kya, meri eklooti mohabbat ko...
Q Bar Bar Dekhtay Ho Sheeshay ko tum... Nazar lagao gey Kya, Meri eklooti Mohabbat ko ...
What Do I See In You
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
Clearing The Way
I have waited quite a long time to get old,
Aapse Itni Door Hokar Bhi
