i run this city call it bombay and thats the way i am, i live in thane town, if u copy ma style you are just an another fucking local clown, so be ma best friend and dont let me down, because bitches(girlfriend) like you just needs to be pampered 24/7 with a crown, i can do anything for her but that bitch leaves me when my wallet(money) drowns, she  [ Read More ]

You stay close when no one is there, and understand every word I say, I know our bond is found very rare, and I will love you till the last day, I feel its more than just friends and care, I wonder if you also feel the same way, Though I am happy with what we share, Still I want you to be my love someday..!!

People always try to console me, since the day you’ve walked away, they don’t know I am more than happy, to them, I have just one thing to say, that your love is what I have always got, no matter if we can never be together, your love is something I haven’t lost, In my dreams you’ll be mine forever..!!

Whenever I hold you close to me, you take away all the pain and stress, and you make my heart feel so happy, that I can’t find enough words to express, still I want your heart to know, You make every moment feel so new for you my love will always grow, and there is nothing I can’t do for you..!!

The clouds shine under the moonlight, As moon shimmers in the water of sea, Angles in heaven watch this perfect sight, and the birds flying in sky can also see, the way I hold you in my arms so tight, and your soft kiss makes my heart happy, We’ve waited long for a moment so right, now we’re together the way we meant to be, There are no words I  [ Read More ]

Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we–a froward race, Thousands though rich in Fortune’s grace With cherished sullenness of pace Their way pursue, Ingrates who wear a smileless face The whole year through. If kindred humours e’er would make My spirit droop  [ Read More ]

There is a change–and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart’s door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? Shall I dare  [ Read More ]