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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IS KADAR KIYA TUNE

की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,

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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