My Dream
MY dream, a vagabond,
Hovering in endless woe;
Wings tattered like a cloth,
Searching for t
In Search Of
In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right
Now if yo
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
हज़ा
Mary Had a Little Dog
Mary had a little dog.
Its fur was black as night.
And everyone that Mary met
The dog
The sparkle in your eye,
The warmth of your skin,
Your breath on m
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
<Usko chaha bhi to izhar karna na aaya,
katt gayee umar sari humein pyar karna na aaya,
Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,
Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,
Ab To unki
Sometimes
Sometimes we see things that aren’t meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren’t always as they
