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

Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)

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I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

hamara desh khush nasib

खुशनसीब होते हैं वो लोग….!! जो इस देश

TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से �

SADA RAHE

 

चाहे रहे सदा मेरे जमाना विरूद्�

Without You

All these days and nights without you here,

It's a little bit more than I can bear.

Lonely Nights

Set forth towards the light

For it will be a lonely night

As long as I live

aag abhi bohot see kafi hai

भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स�

Heart Over Matter

When your heart suddenly feels

light, excited, at ease.

When you feel like your h

DESH HAMARA HAI

इस देश की मिट्टी में

धर्म फूले फले

Changing The Past

The past is the past for a reason.

That is where it is supposed to stay,

But some