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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MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

EKTHALIME KHANA KHAY

Main Muslim Hoon, Tu Hindu Hai, Hain Dono Insaan,

Laa Main Teri Geeta Parh Lun, Tu Parh L

i flirt with you
i flirt with you because i need
slipping in and out of conversation
making you wonder,

Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despit

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,

Tere pyar mein

Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,

Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,

Ab To unki

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI.....

NAA CHAHAT KA KOI NAAM HOTA HAI..... 

NAA USKA KOI PATA HOTA HAI.......

BADA

KYA HAI ZINDGI

शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )