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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Woh suhane lamhe ab bhulaye nahi jate

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साथ अगर दो तो मुस्कायेंगे जरुर

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ajnabee the or ajnabee hai

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Tum chalo dagar pe,

Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,

Yr desh hai tumhara neta to tum ho kal ke,

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Water the seed, and a plant will grow.

Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.

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AAG KI BHIKH

धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,

KABHI DHOOP TO KABHI CHHAON

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कभी सत्य कभी मा

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So pause lots,

function at a pace

that doesn’t pull you apart.

Hono

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I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.

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