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)
Aawaaz lagaa kar to dekhnaa
Aawaaz Lagaa Kar Dekhnaa Hum Tere Liye Thahar Jaayenge....
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
TERI RAAHON MEIN
Koi Punjab se, koi Maharashtra se
doston dekho insaan kahan se kahan ja raha hai
अपने दोस्त को जो उधार दे वो मूर्ख कहलाये
BAS THODI DER
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे मिलने का मन नहीं करता…
My Friend Hope
I have an invisible friend
Just Look Into My Eyes Baby
Look into my eyes.
Inner Strength
It's only through mistakes we make
Secret Love
I love you so much.
My Big Fat Cat
I own a big fat cat-
