Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My praises aren't just given, they are earned.
Mistakes don't just happen, they are learned.
My pen may cut like a knife, but in the end,
Only you can make yourself my friend.
So as I write, carving out my craft,
You may feel cold and it is my words that bring the draft.
Please keep in mind it is not my intention to harm.
I don't want you to sound the alarm.
Perhaps it is my concern for you that keeps us all afloat,
On peaceful waters in a leaking boat.
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
It's only through mistakes we make
We learn where we went wrong.
It's only when w
Aasman mei iss aadhe-adhure chand ke sath
Dil ke dar-o-deewar mei dard utar aaya hai
True inner joy is self – created.
It does not depend on outer circumstances.
A ri
SaDiya Guzar Gayi Kisi o Apna Bnane Me...
Magar Pal Bhi Na Laga Unhe Hamse Door Jane Me..
