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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desh hame pyara hai

 

यह देश हमारा है, हमारा है हमारा

CHAND CHANDNI KO CHAHTA HAI

Chand Chandni ko chahta hai jis kadar,

Us kadar chahu main tujhe ish kadar ,

Meri

Enough Hurting Those Who Love You

Wondering why you have so much hate

Before you see it will be too late

Trying to

Rape
I lay there looking at the ceiling hoping something would stop you
Willing the words to come out

The Ghost Of My Past

Fumbling, stumbling,

around in the dark.

Fighting, igniting,

flames from

KHWAAB HAI JISME

आंखे कितनी भी छोटी क्यो ना हो !!

ताक�

Stay Here My Love

Listen to my heart as it screams your name.

Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.

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Say Yes...

Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,

Your hand in mine, never losing faith.

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?

You poison me with your eyes,

Your lips curving, drawing me in.

How can you trust