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 am Not Angry
I’m Not Angry Because We Broke Up,I’m Sad Because I Can’t Let You Go..I’m Not Angry At You For Not Loving Me,I’m Angry With Me For Still Loving You..I’m Not Angry
Faithful, Unsure Love
Through all the storms and struggles—All the fights and tussles’,All the disrespect, and abuse, My love was always true.When you made me cry, made me feel unloved,I was always there by your
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Tum mere ho ...
Akkar Bakkar bambay bO
AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI
तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा,
Love me like you mean it
Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning
Missing...
I've hunted near, I've hunted far
JIWAN KA WO MARG
मैं जब तेरे बारे में सोचती हूँ ,
How And When
We are often greatly bothered
WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN
Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,
