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)
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
करते ढेर सारी बातें, या चुप मुस्कुरातेचलते साथ साथ और हाथो में हाथ होता
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ
what my body knows
A Man in the jar
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
saadgi ka soch
तू कर रहा सफ़र ,करके बन्द दरवाज़ा
It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago
Feels like a lifetime ago
rishtey ko sawaar lete hai
Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
pyaar hota h hazaro me ek se
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!Beautiful dreamer, queen of my
boyfriens ki marzi kaa intzaar
उनकी मर्ज़ी हो तो वो हम से बात करते है
