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
AGAR TUM THAK JAO
Agar Thak Jaao Kabhi Toh Humse Kahna
Forever Friends
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
The Guitar Of Time
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
The Day I Remember
I opened my eyes
Enjoy Life!
Life's too short to be wasted.
YE MATWALI ZINDAGI
आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,
Today I Was...
Monday I was angry with the sun.
maa ka bana hua khana
Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
Watan Ke Liye Apni Parwah Mat Kar
Have A Good Day
May your blessings be many
