Without Her
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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IS KADAR KIYA TUNE
की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,
Umar bhar nibhana
ये तो फूल है जिन्दगी की राहों को महका
INTEZAAR ME KATE HAI DIN
कैसे जीऊ मैं खुशहाल ज़िन्दगी
उसकी
Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Do not judge me
From the outside,
Because all you will see
Is my stupid p
Only A Dream
I'm living in my little world.
I'm happy there, it's okay.
It's much more fun tha
Dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum...
Is dil ki har dhadkan ka ehsaas ho tum,
Tum kya jaano hamare liye kitne khaas ho tum.
I Am Alone
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
Hurt And Pain
Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
Halfway Down
Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn't any
O
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota