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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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When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

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जो जिससे मिला सिखा हमने, गैरों को भी अ�

ITNI TANHAI

इतनी तन्हाइयाँ हैं,

डर भी सकती हूँ,

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The hardest thing I'll ever do

Is let go of you

And look forward instead of back

Fear Of Falling

 

Why are we so afraid

to fall in love?

Is it the hurt, the heartbre

Mysterious Love

As I lay here in the dark by your side,

You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<

My Steps..

Since all my steps are audience of my past,

a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt

BHAWNA KA SVATANTRA GYAAN HAI

तीन-चार फूल है,

आस-पास धूल है,

बा�

BALIDAAN TUMHEN KARNA HOGA

वह खून कहो किस मतलब का

जिसमें उबाल

How And When

We are often greatly bothered

By two fussy little men,

Who sometimes block our pa