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
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
DARD KO NA DEKHO
Dard ko na dekho Dard ki nazron se,
Har rishte me dosti nahi milti
हर रिश्ते में दोस्ती नहीं मिलती।
ME TERI NA BANOO TO KEHNA
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
A Day Away
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Our Love Is True
In the night
Times Are Changing
We had our good days and we had our bad,
The Daily Battle
It is the darkest, deepest place one can travel alone,
ZINDGI ME UJALA
हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है
Valuable Mistakes
