Life is curved
in the shape of a flower,
a curved trajectory
that loops back on itself
repeatedly until the
last petal falls.
वो मेरी भारत माँ, मेरा प्यारा वतन।
Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along
If someone asked what's a best friend?
I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte
log kehte hai jamin par kisi ko khuda nahi milta
लोग कहते हैं ज़मीं पर किसी को खुदा नह
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
