Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
-Carl Sandburg
I Always Love You..
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
The Reasons I Love
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
The Best Meaning Of Life
The Years have passed by,
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
My Love....
From the moment our eyes met,
The Ghost Of My Past
Fumbling, stumbling,
kya pata hai tumhen
Kya pta hai tujhe?
Its not the way you think
Its not that I want to hurtIts just a wrongly put effortIts not that I mean to offendIts what I say, I never intendIts not that I expect anythingIts just you who means everythingIts not that my faith
samaaj ki bate
भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत से लगते हैं,
DUA SAPNO KI LAGA
Shaam tak jhoojh, sab bhool ke paseena baha…
