You are an Angel,
An Angel on Earth,
Your Wings were Taken,
And you were Sent to Earth,
I know You loved those wings,
But if you still had them,
You Wouldn't be here,
And I would'nt be with you,

Music touches all of our lives
like a breeze in summer heat
soothing, calming, ever new..
we long for its repeat

And if we listen, music can
for just a little while
deliver us from daily woes
enable us to smile

We cannot belittle the effect
the power is too strong
just think about how good it feels
to hear you favorite song

From the first time man beat on a drum
to an orchestra’s resound
music has and always will
be able to astound

Like the whistle of a train
echoes through the night
music flows through all our lives
to every heart's delight

Twas the night before finals, And all through the college, The students were praying, For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy, But none touched their beds, While visions of essays Danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns, A few were still drinking, And hoping that liquor Would free up their thinking.

In my own room, I had been pacing, And dreading exams I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless, Her nose in her books, And my comments to her Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee, And brewed a new pot, No longer caring that My nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes, But my thoughts were muddy, My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver, But each place I called Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded, That life was too cruel, With futures depending On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden, Our door opened wide, And Patron Saint Put-It-Off, Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless, His manner was mellow, All of a sudden, He started to bellow.

"On Cliff Notes, on Crib Notes, On Last Years Exams. On Wingit and Slingit, And Last Minute Crams."

His message delivered, He vanished from sight. But we heard him laughing, Outside in the night.

Your teachers have pegged you, So just do your best. Happy Finals to All, And to all a Good Test.

Punjabi Munde paper ton 1 din pehlan:
6 am : 10 min hor so liye..
9 am : 11 waje shuru karange..
11 am : Thodi der gaane tan sun liye.. Mood ban ju..
12 pm : Pind de geri mar ayei..Aa kay pardhde haan..
2 pm : Roti kha kay sona ni..
5 pm : Koi prohna ghar aage, 2 min koi beth liye..
7 pm : important pucch lene han kise padaku ton.
9 pm : iddan ni kaam ban na parchi banouni peni ae
11 pm : hun kithe tyaari hougi aagle saal hi devange.........

I wish I was in the teen like before

I wish I was in a pride land that is in the xanadu

Where people never grow old and had to die

Just to live like soul and roam the stars


I wish I had a friend whom would listen to me like before

I wish I had a friend whom I could trust

Where people around just to fool us

Just to keep they being proud and clever


I wish you had a heart

I wish you had the feeling

Where you could remember the words being played to and for

Just keep warm with your words of promises does it still
exist?


I wish I could show you

I wish I could prove you

How far my words are true with the heart

Just keep myself soul and body together in the misery


I wish I could be there?

If you wish to be here?

How far the world is keeping you and I am parted

Just the love from the soul that gives me hopes.


I wish I could share

I wish I could read you

How thick is the book but can be read?

Just the story plays alive from heart and mind


I wish I could be your friend

I wish you to accept it

How hard life is but the friendship that brings together

Can across the sea of life together holding eachother

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there's puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

Wedding Poems