whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.
American foreign policy must be more than the management of crisis. It must have a great and guiding goal: to turn this time of American influence into generations of democratic peace.
Pyar ki ghadi mein kabhi "Petrol"
nahi hota.
Pyar ke safar mein kabhi
"Punchar" nahi hota.
Pyar to wo ghadi hai,
Jisme tisra koi "Passenger" nahi
hota...!
Tum Ho To Sab Silsile Acche
Lagte Hain, Mujhe Tumhari
Mohabbat Ke Sikwe Gile Acche
Lagte Hain, Bahut Dur Tak
Jana Magar Laut Aana, Mujhe
Tumse Tumhi Tak Ke Faasle
Acche Lagte Hain..!
It is the Land of Truth (enchanted name!), surrounded by a wide and stormy ocean, the true home of illusion, where many a fog bank and ice, that soon melts away, tempt us to believe in new lands, while constantly deceiving the adventurous mariner with vain hopes, and involving him in adventures which he can never leave, yet never bring to an end.