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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I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.

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

What Your Friendship Means To Me

your friendship means the world to me

I've never met someone else like you

you me

ye bhi koi jiwan hai

वह देश, देश क्या है,  जिसमेंलेते हों �

TUM SANSO KI MEHEK MEI

Gumnam chahato ka silsila

Aur kitne din chalega

Gum ka suraj sarpar se

Ka

Live In The Now

Look not back on yesterday

or what you have left behind.

For only today is yours

AYE WATAN AYE WATAN

Jalte bhi gaye, kehte bhi gaye

Aazadi ke parwaane

Jeena to usi ka jeena hai

CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

MERI KHAMOSHI USE SUNA DENA

Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena

Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha de

I Love You My Love

I love how we

tease each other with

tantalizing words

throughout the day;

SAANSE JISME TERE ISHQ KI

Ho toh gayi thi who sabhi baatein jo kehni thi

par shayad koi ek baat reh gayi adhuri hai