Without Her
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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.
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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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Hansti thi hansaati thi... Mujhko pagal bnati thi...
Hansti thi hansaati thi,
dil ko bahut bhati thi,
dekh dekh sarmaati thi,
phir a
My Special Friend For You
God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
ishq or dosti
Ishq Aur Dosti Meri Zindgi Ke Do Jahan Hain,
Ishq Meri Rooh Toh Dosti Mera
UMAR BHAR NIBHANE KA
ये तो फ़र्ज है उम्र भर निभाने का
Ek itihaas
कभी कलम के फूल, बन अंगार ढह जाते हैं, ल
The man in the Jar
I once knew a man who lived in a jar,
for a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
I a
IS KADAR KIYA TUNE
की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,
kya kami reh gayi
Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai
ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat
I Am Worthy
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Yara Mera Desh
यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,
सजा –
