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
zindagi jina bhl gaya
कब सपनों के लिए,
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
I Love Your Cute Smile
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
tears hanging under my eyelashes
im watcing ur way in the path of clowds
In Good Time...
Life can seem an endless maze,
prand ke saman hai
घोर अंधकार हो,
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Do not judge me
fasal koi or katta hai
ऐसी अटल अवस्था में भी, कल क्यों पल-पल टलता है,
Because She Was My Best Friend
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
If I Were To Write A Poem
If I were to write a poem,
