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meri timetable mein tu hain samaya,mera success hain tera saaya,tera follow karoon mein tohh har step,yeh hain tere lesson,kabhie bio kabhie electro,naa judaa hoge hum,kabhie study kabhie love...
subah sham hostel mein pen hum chalaye,dekhe jahan bhii dekhen anatomy hi paye,in labon pe tera bas tera naam ho,subject brainse kabhie bhi na ho kam,

yeh hain tere lesson,kabhie bio kabhie electro,naa judaa hoge hum,kabhie study kabhie love...

yeh ghar nahin hain classroom hain mera,is mein sada rahe tera hi kehna,awaazon se tere yeh gunjta rahe,aye jaye chahe kitne semester..

yeh hain tere lesson,kabhie bio kabhie electro,naa judaa hoge hum,kabhie study kabhie love...

hamlets

Hamlet:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.


Hamlet Act 3, scene 1, 55–87 [Italics mine]

shakespare's macbeth soliloquy

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

brief like nature

Brief like nature…
It’s a heart break night,cold and pale,dark and dull,sadly and chilly,
Raining lightening,in blacky sky,as if angels are mourning with you,
I grieve for you and your pain is mighty than mine,
Like the candle flicker red light,I sit and write your pain,your story for my diary,
I cannot cry at your shoulder now,nor diminish your tears,as there is nothing brightening
Its only me you and tears,as I watch you kill her in an assumption,and kill your life in her,
And now mourn and mourn under the brief candle…

Samantha sharma

story of me

its a story of me...

today i miss someone,suddenly not probably its definately down like the economy.
i saw your face in a dark place and i wonder who you are,till i touched my heart,it sayed you are.

mind is not in its empire state no more,heart smiling on thousand birds across,
as butterfly and fire flies keep me awake when i wonder where it takes,
and i saw the my heart is just an island,surrounded by some bloody ocean,

i need some time on my own to think only about you,yes you can say tat are you crazy,
and i want to be,so i can be as crazy as you are,and the people are talking stories of us,like we never knew,

i hope one day it will come,we will work to work it out,
under the holy then we united..to be one

and i will always love you like a beautiful poem like a love song i hated,
and your my new year gift that i will not let go..

the journey towards experience is experience itself.

why do we need to state our life statistic for being bold,and how will it work without a work.
well some do explain enormous theories,besides making life a difficult hold.

when we are explained on experience,we plan our destiny towards experience,without we knowing,the journey itself brings experience.

which idiot could have explained experience is a scale of age.slumdog millionaire,breaks some theories explaining age with more experience.small boy with experience from life which he never thought would help,brings fortune.

argumental phenomena about experience is not evidence,blank statement or memoirs.
to see the true meaning of experience you do not require travelling miles,it is what that took them for the journey.

walking miles looking forward without realizing what you had missed behind in curiousity,
it rewards devastation.what we learned from the pathway we took,seem lifeless when we reach the end,all we would think is how fast it passes,and those were the days.but when we were in those days,we care more to rush to the finals.

samantha sharma

love..is bizzare

I LOVE YOU,YOU LOVE HER…

Everytime I see you,I say to myself,its you who rule,its you whom I own,
And when you see me,you see her in me,you smiled when I smiled,
Thought I was sweet,but smile of yours was to show how stupid I am,
To be blind over you,yes indeed I blindfolded myself,
Not seeing else but seeing things the way you see,
You laughed again,at my jokes,and I thought I was funny,though you laughed,
At me for being silly,and where you saw hers was better,
And I am so over it now,no more in love like that day,and flushed your image,
Down the drain where my tears flow,down for a betrayer,imposter called friend,
Till you loved her,and she loved you,and this is how she made me her bestie,
And what a friendly stab she gave,your bow,her arrow,pierced my heart,
Into a thousand count,and my wounded soul,sings your name still,since ever,
I smile since I lighted a candle of faith in god,someday your home,to me,
No more being blue at you,and Sundays I pray,may my murderers live with peace along,
Like a story telling session,I came and narrated the truth of love,of those criminals,
And I congrat you on your wedding,your lusty union of liveless body,
And god,I remind you let no villain among them,grumble with them lives,
As I know im no god to forgive,just to see how he forgives himself…
Samantha sharma