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
karne lage hai hum khud se pyar
Zindagi ne, is kaddar, kiya hai, bas vaar
Dream to Live
YE ZINDAGI HAI MERI
ये ज़िन्दगी है तेरी मेरी कहानी,
I Love Your Cute Smile
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I Love You
I never really knew you.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
Sometimes I Get Lonely
Sometimes I get lonely
Kiss Of Love
You sing,
Thank You..
Thank you
In Good Time...
Life can seem an endless maze,