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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KHAMOSH MOHABBAT

Khamosh Muhabbat Ka Ehsaas Hai Wo,

Mere Khwahish Mere Jajbat Hai Wo,

Aksar Ye Khy

Shahjhan Ki Mumtaj

उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो

 

उसक�

Only A Friend

You tried so hard to win his love

You put your heart out on the line

He puts you

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

tumhe pata na chala

यूँ तो शराफत और सादगी लुभाती थी मुझको

At the Mid Hour of Night
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life sho

koi kesa bhi ho kya fark padta hai

koi sub kahe, koi chup rahe,

koi chhav sahe, to koi dhup sahe,

koi rahe, to koi n

Behind The Mask

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,

Hiding the tears that fall like rain.

Saying I'

MEET KARAYE NAHI JATE

Woh suhane lamhe ab bhulaye nahi jate

Yaado k parinde yu hi udaaye nahi jate

&nbs

No More Sadness

It's done and it's over

I'm through with misery

No more sadness

No more y