When we converse, it's just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?
We're settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene.
Everything's easy; we don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: Is it enough?
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
मैं अकेला कब था ,मैं था और मेरी तनहाई थ
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti
fakat yah jaanta
jo mit gaya who jee gya
moond kar
Mai Thoda Sa Hu Pagal Par Ye Bhi Hai Teri Mehrbaani...
Tujh Se Hi Shuru Ho Tujhpe Hi Khta
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
