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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DO HOTON KI MUSKAN

लड़का केहता हैं कभी तेरे होटो की मुस्क

JO BHARA NAHI HAI BHAVO SE

जो भरा नहीं है भावों से

बहती जिसमे�

kismat ki baat hai

Kismat kismat ki baat hai

Jab se mila hu tujhse,

Tu mere sath hai

Kismat

My Best Friend

 

Best friends are angels

That God sent along.

They always stay besi

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

AAJ DIL TOOTA YA MAIN PHIR SE

MALUM NAHI HAI..... HAIN KYA

KEHTA MERI YE MUJHE YE

Go With Grace
Each morning of this month When you rise upon your bed, May it be with renewed grace To face the

Alone Together

There are gaps and walls between us,

Yet we're close because we care,

And the dis

Every Thought Of You

 

Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion;

I give to you my deepest

KHUD KO HEE DHOONDTA HUN

Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,

Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu

Stay With Me

Listen to my heart as it screams your name.

Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.

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