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
Formula Kisi Dusri Pe Try Kar Skta Hu
sala tumhe loot kar hi khayega
Na jaane kaha hai aya hai…
Your Path, My Heartbreak
You are blinded by shame
DOR MANTHAN KE
यह नियम है
tiranga fehrate hai shaan se
zindagi jina bhl gaya
कब सपनों के लिए,
Listen To Mum
I remember when I was small and cool,
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
DARD KO NA DEKHO
Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,
Apna kisi or ko bana na sake
Pata na chala wp kab kisi or ka naseeb hone lage
