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.
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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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pyaar fir se hone laga
सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तन
KARNE WALE KAAM BAHUT HAI
करनेवाले काम बहुत हैं व्यर्थ उलझनों
She Is Unique
She is unique.
Every time I see her
I just can't seem to know how to speak.
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
zindagi kabhi hasati hai
Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,
Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai
Har rishte me dosti nahi milti
हर रिश्ते में दोस्ती नहीं मिलती।
Alone Together
There are gaps and walls between us,
Yet we're close because we care,
And the dis
How It Used To Be
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
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TIRANGA JISKI YAAD KE LIY
जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय
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If I Were Her Lover
I
If I were her lover,
I'd wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gat
