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.
Did you know?Explore Trending and Topic pages for more stories like this.
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
349 
41 
Other poetry
MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI
कोई आहट होती है ना,
तो लगता है जैसे
Love? No. Fate? I Think So
I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand
bill se bahar nikla chuha
मेकअप की दुकान में ,अक्ल पे पगली लगा क
Unhappy..
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
CHOT KHA KAR BAITHE HAI
जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है<
BHULE MAANAS KO DILATE NETA
गली गली में बजते देखे आज़ादी के गीत रे |
My Love For Her
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Love's Arrow
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
My Friend Hope
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
