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
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
A best friend is the one
who you can
talk to when no one is around
A best
As I sit in my corner and think about your lies,
I have nothing else to do but break down
HMNE HI KUCH JYADA APNA SAMAJH
LIYA THA UNHE APNE TO WHO HUE
HI NAHI.....KY
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes
chalo fir se hum bache ban jate hai
होम-वर्क की डांट से बचने के बहाने बनात
मैं मोहब्बत हूँ मोहब्बत करके देख,
बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे
