what my body knows
is not a lie it’s not
a lie i tell you it is not
it’s nothing short of truth
and nothing larger
my past lodges
in my marrow and if
i wanted a transplant
there’d be no match
others’ sorrows dwarf
my petty traumas still
these bones are mine
when they creak
चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं
लौट कर
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
<Kaash Mere Paas Kuch Pal To Aur Hota...
Aaj Tujhe Yaad Kar Main Yun Naa Rota...
I
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the cloud
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Once there was a boy who never
Tore his clothes, or hardly ever,
Never made his s
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
मोम की मानिंद, कैसे पिघल-पिघल जाते है
