A Summer Song


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimming in the cream,
And school-boys playing in the stream;
Then O, then O, then O my true love said,
Till that time come again,
She could not live a maid.

-George Peele

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WO REHTE HAI IS KADAR

Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise

Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise

Narm eh

KHUL GAYI HO JAISE KISMAT

कैसी उठी है दिल में, शरारत नई-नई…२

My Special Friend For You

God blessed me one sunny day.

He sent me an angel from so far away

To love and he

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

The Lost Soul
Scorching heat and sand
burning the feet
sweat on forehead
Oasis nowhere found..

Sur

True Friend

A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows

Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows

mera sacha sathi

कहीं देखा हैं तुमने उसे
badal gaya hai apna desh

तबसे अब में खूब,मचा विकास का जनादेश !

Just For Today

 Just for today,

 Can we forget about race,

 Colour, religion

AAG KI BHIKH

धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,

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