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
ae mere watan
ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन तुझ पे दिल कुरबान तू ही मेरी आरजू़, तू ही
EK HISSA HINDUSTAN THA
जब भारत आज़ाद हुआ था|
Lost Love..
I still love you.
tears hanging under my eyelashes
im watcing ur way in the path of clowds
Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something moreThan we had dared to own before,Which then we hid not;We saw it in each other's eye,And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,To speak, but did not.She felt my lips'
One Last Kiss
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
Just Want A Happy Life
I live with depravity,
kuchh pal ki bate
कुछ पल की बातें, कैसे दोस्ती में बदल गई पता नहीं चला।
Har aansu mera ek shola hai
Dard apne dil ka humne
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,Friendship like the holly-tree—The holly is dark when the rose-briar bloomsBut which will bloom most constantly?The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,Its summer
