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?
I cannot give you riches
A mansion or a car
I cannot reach the heaven
To bring you
"Enchanted"
Crawling on the
snake like curvy roads,
relishing every inch of
greens all around,
fe
देख तेरा हौसला बुलंद अपार
तन
Don't be worried about the past.
Things like that never last.
We're better than y
