Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.
My love for her is a roaring fire.
She's all I ever did or will desire.
Without h
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
घोर अंधकार हो,
चल रही बयार हो,
आज
har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai
roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
Enough Hurting Those Who Love You
Wondering why you have so much hate
Before you see it will be too late
Trying to
हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते
हज़ा
Kya baat karu mein logo ki,
Sab aap bataye baithe hai.
Kuch dard chupaye baithe h
Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan
kabhi matlabi
nahi hota...
Jise apni
बीती विभावरी जाग री!
अम्बर पनघट मे
