Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
Whose is the warm and partial praise,
Virtue's most sweet reward?
Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul
Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?
Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on,
And loved mankind the more?
Harriet! on thine:—thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the inspiration of my song;
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.
Then press into thy breast this pledge of love;
And know, though time may change and years may roll,
Each floweret gathered in my heart
It consecrates to thine.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ek misaal bankar,
Dikha do duniya ko
My Love...
You make me laugh and smile
Wish In A Dream
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ
what my body knows
Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain,
Sometimes I Get Lonely
Sometimes I get lonely
AADMI
AAM ADMI
khamosh mat raho
जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता हैदिल न चाह कर भी, खामोश रह जाता हैकोई सब कुछ कहकर,
Dil ko kisi ki aas nahi
दिल को किसी की आस नहीं है,
IS KADAR KIYA TUNE
की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,
