Gym Class

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

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin

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DOST WO HAI

दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब

DO HOTON KI MUSKAN

लड़का केहता हैं कभी तेरे होटो की मुस्क

Be Proud Of Who You Are

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

I am who I am, from my head to my toes.

Heart Over Matter

When your heart suddenly feels

light, excited, at ease.

When you feel like your h

A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <

TU SAATH MERA NIBHANA

Mai Thoda Sa Hu Pagal Par Ye Bhi Hai Teri Mehrbaani...

Tujh Se Hi Shuru Ho Tujhpe Hi Khta

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

Friendz Are Be Like

Opposites

I say yes and you say no

I say bye and you say hello

Butterfly'

bat hai yeh kon jo hoti nahi

जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं

Never Give Up

Never give up,

Never give in.

Move onward and upward with strength from within.