Truth


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

Once in your life you make the friends that are true
Nothing else matters except what's between them and you
You don't know if anyone has ever before felt this way
For them you breathed, you wanted to be alive everyday
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You'd put up with anything if it meant you got to see each of their faces
Here you are writing your life story and they are the basis
You know what's right and no one else can see
They're your world, everything you want your life to be
Not even sure if they feel the same way for you
Your stuck with this feeling what can you do?
Things are changing you don't feel the love anymore
You need to figure things out and get to the core
You're missing the feeling you used to love to feel
Your lost and your heart is confused how to deal
There's nothing else left to do but to move on
The feeling is no longer there but now you're uncertain whether you really wanted it gone.

-Jessica E. Villa
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Ek itihaas

कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल

APNA SAMAJH LIYA

HMNE HI KUCH JYADA APNA SAMAJH 

LIYA THA UNHE APNE TO WHO HUE

HI NAHI.....KY

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,

Our Love Is True

In the night

I hear your voice,

but try to fight

to keep my noise.

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A tribute to school lyf:


"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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mera dost kahan se aya hai

najaane kaha se aya hai,

na jaane kaha jayga..

i min.. are age padhne se pehle ru

mere pyaar me kami kya thi

Meri pyar mein kami kuch bhi na thi,

na jaane kyun tu begaana ho gaya.

tujhe lagt

KHUDA UNKO BAKSH DETA HAI

Kya khub likha hai kisi ne Kya khub

 likha hai kisi ne, bakhsh deta hai

&nbs

zindagi bahut chhoti si hai achhe se ji lo

kabhi kabhi kuchh chizen apni man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiy

kunki ye zindgi b

The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk

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