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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Hansti thi hansaati thi... Mujhko pagal bnati thi...

Hansti thi hansaati thi,
dil ko bahut bhati thi,
dekh dekh sarmaati thi,
phir a

KHUD KO KABIL BANA

khud ko kaabil bana manjil ko apana bana…

Thak bhi gaya to 1-2 daud phir bhi laga&

milte agar hum to kya ehsaas hota

मिलते अगर हम तो क्या एहसास होता

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What Faith Can Do

Fueling your faith

In what you've got within...

In your God-given gift,

I

Speak The Language Of Your Heart

Each day we wake is such a gift;

No moment's guaranteed.

Tomorrow isn't promised,

Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul

 

Take Me to the center of your soul

show me where you hide

lead me

Apney hisse ka diya khud jalaana hoga...

Khawahish Se Nahi Girtey Phal Jholi Mein
Waqt Ki Shakh Ko Mere Dost Hilana Hoga
Kuch

Uski zaroorat rahegi

Dil mein dard hotho pe muskurahat ho

Aisa lage zindagi se koi shikayat na ho

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I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

I'll Never Forget

I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.

It's full of anger, pain, and regrets