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
Times Are Changing
We had our good days and we had our bad,
The Life Of A Cupcake
They put me in the oven to bake.
ye bhi koi jiwan hai
वह देश, देश क्या है, जिसमेंलेते हों जन्म शहीद नहीं।
ME APNI NADAIYON KO KOS RAHI THI
बेफिक्र हो चली थी ज्योंही तुम्हारा काँधा मिला था
Never Look Back
My darling, remember those days long ago,
A Friend
A person who will listen and not condemnSomeone on whom you can dependThey will not flee when bad times are hereInstead they will be there to lend an earThey will think of ways to make you smileSo you
saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay
चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं
Hame to Apno Ne Luta....!!!!
अरे हमें तो अपनों ने लूटा,गैरों
jiwan hi hai sundarta
वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,जिसमें आशा का नीर नही।पथ पर आगे बढ़ना ही क्या,जब लक्ष्य
To My Beautiful Fiance
Love is beautiful and great.
