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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mujhe bhulna mat

भूलना चाहो तो भी याद हमारी आएगी
hum ne unko chaha

Usko chaha bhi to izhar karna na aaya,

katt gayee umar sari humein pyar karna na aaya,

Pardes Nahi Jayenge
Wo bole ek din hum se,
ke ab chalo is watan se.
kya rakha hai is watan me,
sukhe se i

ab dost bahut yaad ate hai

मैं यादों का पिटारा खोलू तो, कुछ दोस्�

On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer

TUM SANSO KI MEHEK MEI

Gumnam chahato ka silsila

Aur kitne din chalega

Gum ka suraj sarpar se

Ka

PARIWAR HUM DO PAR HI SIMAT GAYA

जिन काले घने बालों पर इतराते थे हम कब �

I'm Glad I Have A Friend Like You

It started as just a hug and grew into a kiss,

A friendship that had blossomed to more th

The Cake Of Friendship

Preheat the oven of love

With plenty of secrets and hugs.

 

Mix in g

JIWAN KA MULYA

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