Without Her

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

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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The Ghost Of My Past

Fumbling, stumbling,

around in the dark.

Fighting, igniting,

flames from

Live In The Now

Look not back on yesterday

or what you have left behind.

For only today is yours

My Best Friend

 

Best friends are angels

That God sent along.

They always stay besi

Best Friends
if someone said what's a best friend
I'd have to say someone who's there, till the bitter end

JAB AKELA HOTA HUN

Jab akela hota hoon, rula jaati hain unki yaaedin.

Fir wohi beeti baatein yaad dila jaati

I love you

I love you when you are laughing

I love you when you are sad

I love you when you

TUJHE KARTE HUM NAMAN

कुमकुम से करें तिलक तेरा तु प्रीत से �

A True Romance

You're the best thing to happen to me,

So let our love fly free.

You're my dream

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja