Friendship

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love was nature; and the peace that floated
On the white mist, and dwelt upon the hills,
To sweet accord subdued our wayward wills:
One soul was ours, one mind, one heart devoted,
That, wisely doting, ask’d not why it doted,
And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills.
But now I find how dear thou wert to me;
That man is more than half of nature’s treasure,
Of that fair beauty which no eye can see,
Of that sweet music which no ear can measure;
And now the streams may sing for others’ pleasure,
The hills sleep on in their eternity.

-Hartley Coleridge

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TUMSE ISHQ KARNA SIKHA HAI

मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ�

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

kya kami reh gayi

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai

 

ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat

My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me

Did I tell you I love you?

Did I tell you I care?

Did I tell you I'm happy

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A Lover's Poem

I never knew love until I found you.

Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it

What I Love About You My Love

The touch of your hand,

The smell of your hair,

The naughtiness in your smile,

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

A tribute to school lyf:

"Ek muddat ke baad milne wali thi kaid se Azadi,
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Believe It Or Not

What is love?

Love is a dangerous thing,

But once you find the one,

It al

Now We Are Six

When I was One,

I had just begun.

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.