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?
Mere sapne kyon tut gaye,
Wo humse kyon ruth gaye,
Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe,
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
In all the world there is
no heart for me like yours.
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,
Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
Descending Trousers
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
विद्यालय में सभा की समाप्ति पर,
गु
