Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain
“Maa teri har ek fikra, tera zikra khud kohar pal karate hain.”
Le chalo koi mujhe us dagar, jahan ham wapis bacche ban jate hain
Kyo ham bade hokar apne hi bado par chillane lag jate hain
हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
बच्चा-बच्चा बन जाए सैनिक, गर बुरी नजर
My One, My Only, My Everything
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
When you're in the middle of nowhere and wondering why,
When you just don't know what to
