Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Should wither in the vale?
And why the Lark should, in the cloud,
So sorrowfully sing?
And why from loveliest balsam-buds
A scent of death should spring?
And why the Sun upon the mead
So chillingly should frown?
And why the Earth should, like a grave,
Be mouldering and brown?
And why is it that I, myself,
So languishing should be?
And why is it, my Heart-of-Hearts,
That thou forsakest me?
-Heinrich Heine
MERI JAAN MENE TUMSE KABHI KAHA NAHI
Main karta hun pyar tujhase bohot meri jaan
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
Finding Peace
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
MUSKURANE KI WAJHA
Humare Muskurane ki Wajah Tum Ho,
CHEN SE SO GAYA
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your
The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do
The hardest thing I'll ever do
What Love Can Mean
How can I let go of you, the one who holds my heart,
I Am Always There - You're Never Alone
When you're feeling down and blue,
KUCHH SAPNE
कुछ छोटे सपनो के बदले,बड़ी नींद का सौदा करने,
