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

Other poetry

If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<

Sweet Dreams

Last night as I lay sleeping, love,
A vision came to me.
It was of you and I, my love,<

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,

Let Love Grow

I want to live in a world

where nobody is afraid

to fall in love

or admit

kub tak door rahoge tum hum se

kab tak raho gay aakhir yun dur dur tum hum se,

aakhir tum milna hum se ek din zaroor,

His Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

Hi

HAMARI HARI BHARI DHARTI

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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My Friend On Your Birthday

Dear friend, let me say

something on this special day

Though we are far apart,

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it

Jealous Love

Hands starting to sweat.

Next thing you know, your palms are wet.

It gets harder