Its never so easy to say goodbye. It takes a lot of courage To leave a gathering of friends. To leave is equally tough As the world is going towards the ends. But still we have to leave With heavy heartedly We have to say those words That leads to separation Gathering a lot of
The world interact in words, Either lonely or in herds. Everything is hidden in the words. Michael to Michelle, Ria to Raj, Ivanovich to Sytzeff, From kind to bluff, Good or bad stuff, From sparrow to thunder-birds Everything is hidden in words. You know when we talk Its the words that only walk. You and
Yes right Radio of my heart, It is so simple , so lazy Not at all smart. Yes right the radio of my heart, It is not automatic It is a kick start . Yes right The radio of my heart, It simply catch frequency And doesn’t follow chart. Yes right The radio of my
(try to sing along reading…..) yes you listened right, it is a never ending fight, weather brain, or mind. to make tall sky scrappers or just a hut to plan every thing or just move in the night. be host or be the guest keep wandering, or take a rest. to look bright or shine
try to listen, when no one speak. try to listen , when you have the power. try to listen , when everyone is the audience. try to listen , when feeble cry. try to listen , when throats are dry. try to listen , when air is dry. try to listen , when nature cry.
I have seen the hope, In the eyes of Parents, For the betterment of the kids. In the eyes of peasents , While sowing the seeds. In the eyes of labourers, While doing hard tasks. In the eyes of singer, While performing on stage. In the eyes of a mother, while luring her child. In
In the centre of city on the edge of bridge, there is a life full of hustle and bustle, it has a great culture close to the nature, i got some clicks some lively picks, A player smiled In a huge crowd, Or a singer sang In a voice very loud, A nation was so
One night I was lost,In the city, not bad.I looked up on strange people,They seem to be glad. I was alone,But not sad.Stars were my friends,With Moon, on chat. Moving on my way,There was nothing to say.Cool breeze was blowing,Taking my soul away. I wish to stay in city,But no place was for me.In a