What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.
-Dante Gabriel Rossetti
sara desh hamara
कहीं तुम्हें परबत लड़वा दे, कहीं लड़ा दे पानी
A Rooted Friend
Friends come and go
HAR NAZAARA RANGIN HO JATA HAI
Jab tu banke humsafar mera sath deta hai,
The One Who Got Away
My heart literally hurts.
Pay Attention To Me
Buzz, buzz in your ear,
I Never Knew I Would Love You Like I Do
I never knew that I would love someone the way I love you.
pata hi na chala
एक जमाना जब दोस्तों के साथ,
desh bhakti geet
सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
HUM APNA RAQT CHADHATE HAI
अपना तन-मन-धन-जन-जीवन
Tomorrow Is Vision But Today Is Life
Look well to this day,
