Wednesday, 25 April 2012
I feel really special
I feel really special when you tell me what I value.
I feel really special when you say I love you..
I feel really special when you hold me by hand..
I feel really special when you tell me you’re my man..
I feel really special when you hold me when I cry..
I feel really special when you say its alright..
I feel really special when you call me your life..
I feel really special when............
you tell me I m the one ♥
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
Monday, 23 April 2012
Love U
Kajal banke teri aankho mein samane ki tamanna hai,
Dawa banke tere dard mitane ki tamanna hai,
Yun to haasil hai zamane ki har cheez mujhe,
Sirf ek baar tujhe apna banane ki tamanna hai.
Tujhse bahut pyaar karte hai,
Tera har pal intejar karte hai,
Jahan mein Jiski na koi missal hai,
Tu gulabon mein ek khas gulab hai.
Har kadam pe aapka ehsaas chahiye,
Mujhe aapka saath apne paas chahiye,
Khuda bhi ro pade hamari judai se,
Aisa ek rista khaas chahiye.
Muskaan aapke hoton se kahin jaye na,
Ansoo aapki palkon pe kabhi aye na,
Poora ho aapka har khaab,
Aur jo poora na ho wo khaab kabhi aye na.
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Hum tumhe pyaar karte hai itna,
Tumko kya pata kitna,
Baarish agar hoti hai bahar,
Such kaheta hoon, dekhlo paani ki boond hai jitna…
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Who Can I Be
Late at night as i lay in bed,
As many thoughts rush through my head,
I think about the weak and strong,
I question all the right from wrong,
I wonder who could i really be,
I think of what’s gotten into me,
I hang out with the entirely wrong crowd,
All these thoughts i am thinking out loud,
What is this life i am in?
My head is now beginning to spin,
I pace my room without a sound,
Walking in circles round and round,
All these questions i have to ask,
I can never finish a single task,
My heart is beating really fast,
Asking myself will this really last
Nothing i do feels like it’s right,
Even though i am very bright,
Why does it feel this way?,
The exact same thing every day
So here i am thinking in my head,
All the negative things i’ve said,
This is not the real me,
It definitely cannot be
Sitting here thinking for a while,
I find myself beginning to smile,
All these emotions i have to express,
Letting go of all this stress,
Sitting here in the rain,
Feeling all of this pain,
Like a flower i begin to wilt,
Holding onto all this guilt,
While falling asleep i begin to cry,
Thinking about how hard i try,
As I am beginning to find my way,
I think who am i today
Thinking about all the nights i cried,
Holding all these feelings inside,
Now getting all them off my chest,
Doing good, only hoping for the best,
My life is like a story told,
My heart is something that i hold,
It’s not something on my sleeve,
As many things as i achieve
I think about all the positive things,
Hurt feels like a big bee sting,
Life isn’t something I can find in a tree,
It’s only what’s inside of me
Late at night as i lay in bed,
All these thoughts rushing through my head,
I no longer think about the weak and strong,
Nor do i question the right from wrong.
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