The Indian Serenade

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream—
And the champak’s odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O beloved as thou art!O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last!
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

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JEE LE APNI ZINDAGI

सच तो है ये जिंदगी कुछ लम्हात

एहसा�

Geetanjali

 

Where the mind is without fear

and the head is held high;

Where kn

What I Love About You

 

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on m

The Love I Feel

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

I am nothing without you

You are the meaning of my life
You are the dreams of my thoughts
You are the lyrics of

Could You Be The One?

It feels good to be in your arms,

to feel the warmth of your touch.

I love to loo

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

My Everything Friend

You magnify my happiness

When I am feeling glad;

You help to heal my injured hear

KISI OR KO UDHAR DIYA TUMNE

छुप छुप के जो तरसाया था

देखा होगा र

Desh Hame Deta Hain Sab Kuchh
Desh hame deta hai sab kuchh
Hum bhi to kuchh dena sikhen
Suraj hame roshni deta
Hawa