I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
And the champak’s odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O beloved as thou art!O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
It's Really Up To You
One word can start a friendship,
Anjane me jinhe hum chahte the
Hamne bhi kuch khab dekhe the
Love On Reserve
We knew love had no space.
TERE INTEZAR SE MOHABBAT KI HAI
तेरे लिबास से मोहब्बत की हैं,
Problem On The Holidays
On New Year's Day, my cat ran away
A Choice Is Mine
Life may not let me select my lot,
CHAND CHANDNI KO CHAHTA HAI
Chand Chandni ko chahta hai jis kadar,
Birthday Wishes To A Friend
So many people live around you,
Very Special Friend
We didn't grow up together.
My Silent Tears