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.
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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My Credo Of Life
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I'll Never Forget
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
Finding Hope
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
mene raah dekhi thi kab se
Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse, Aage ke sapne
saja rakhe the naajane kab se. Bade u
Fallen In Love
I've fallen in love
with the man of my dreams.
He left all his clues
and
TUMKO HI SOCHTA HAUN
तुमको ही सोचता हूँ तुमको ही ढूँढता हू
After The Party
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Standing Alone
I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.
See the hope an
A flea and a fly
A flea and a fly flew in a flue.
"We're" imprisoned, they said, but what could they do?
