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
Time is Sleeping
Time is sleeping.Sand will be the last thing remaining,Sand that covers planets,Reflected moonbeams in the sand.Sand is crumbled mountains and the remains of all that existed.Sand is soft and white,
MERI KHAMOSHI USE SUNA DENA
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena
EA DOSTO PHONE KARLEANA
जब कभी दुःखने लगे दिल, जब कभी मन छलक जाये,
I Am Here
I AM HEREIf you need a laugh, I am here.If you need a hug, I am here.If you need a shoulder to cry on, I am here.If you need someone to support you, I am here.If you need to feel cared for, I am
Losing Touch
True Friends..
Best friends stick together till the end.
Colours Of Life!! (on Holi)
A child is born in pinka bundle of white fur deep in winkplays with all the greens in parkwhich always brings them lots of spark.when a child sees something Reddont know why he feels so glad? Blue is
rishtey ko sawaar lete hai
Suno…. Suno na! Kuch tum badlo, kuch hum badle..
still hold the most space in our hearts.
And then I realized
My Life....
All of my life
