O! The inhabitants of the street of my beloved see if you could find the insane poet Ghalib there s... O! The inhabitants of the street of my beloved see if you could find the insane...

The conflicts around you will recede and vanish into oblivion... The conflicts around you will recede and vanish into oblivion...

She was white My schedule was tight She was white My schedule was tight

It's never too late for love poems, even though our bones grow weak Our prime is beyond us, yet w... It's never too late for love poems, even though our bones grow weak Our prime...

"When grapes turn to wine, they long for our ability to change" "When grapes turn to wine, they long for our ability to change"

"You are like wine because you got sweeter as the years go by" "You are like wine because you got sweeter as the years go by"