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
Speechless
My Name Is SashaMy Sister Is Leigh I am six And she is threeOur dads always mad He screams and he yells I don’t think he likes us It's Easy to tellMums only kindWhen dads not around And when he is
Finding Hope
I've envied the people around me
NAZAR SE DEKHA
papa ka pyaar
नन्ही सी आंखें और मुड़ी हुई उंगलियां थीये बात तब की है जब दुनिया मेरे लिए सोई
From My Heart
A million stars up in the sky.
me kon hun
आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वाला राज़ हूँझूठा हूँ फ़रेबी हूँ कल से डरने
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thouBeside me singing in the wilderness -Ah, wilderness were paradise now!
Only A Dream
I'm living in my little world.
Aapse Itni Door Hokar Bhi
I Love You
When April bends above meAnd finds me fast asleepDust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know,And pipe the three words lightlyTo all
