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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jaisa bhi hai mera sachcha yar hai tu

Sach bol raha hun dost.. Dhyan se padhna,

 

mere dil ka guitar hai tu,

The One...

I hope you find

the one who quiets

the screams.

I hope you find

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Always And Forever

Always and forever is so far away,

But know I'll stand by you for every last day,

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

JIWAN OR SHATRANJ

जीवन और शतरंज में

आता नहीं है ठहराà

HORIZON
.......JAI SAIRAM.... 'HORIZON NOT JUST A POEM OR A STORY FEW

A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i

Road To Nowhere

I like to blaze new trails

on the road to nowhere.

On a journey through time,

Friends
We are going to different high schools
I know it will be hard
we were best friends
and now

You Are My Life

 

You have come into my life

And it changed with a blink of an eye

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