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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Cigarette peene wala

Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan

kabhi matlabi

nahi hota...

Jise apni

Start Fresh

I wanna start fresh...

 

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<

NAA ME GIRA OR NAA MERI UMID

न मैं गिराऔर न मेरी उम्मीदों के मीनार

Truth
Once in your life you make the friends that are true
Nothing else matters except what's between t

A Hoping Crush

Your smile makes me smile,

Your laugh makes me laugh.

Your eyes are enchanting.

Fear Of Falling

 

Why are we so afraid

to fall in love?

Is it the hurt, the heartbre

ZIKR TERI OR MERI BATON KE

Zikr tera meri baaton me hone laga hai, 

Tera har khwaab aankhon me rehne laga hai,<

ITIHAS ON ME NAAM LIKHA MERA DESH

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा – संवार

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

NAZAR SE DEKHA

 

अंगारों भरी नजर से देखा नौजवान �