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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MAA KO BETI KI PUKAAR

अपना निवाला छोड़कर मेरी खातिर तुमने �

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

mujhe kya fikar

उलझनों और कश्मकश में उम्मीद की ढाल लि

The One I Love

You're the one for me

'cause you were made just for me.

Now I'm standing in front

Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti

Find Your Drive

Sometimes you just have to push yourself to get out of bed.

You stay up 'til 2 am just wi

mene raah dekhi thi kab se

Raah dekhi thi is din ki kabse, Aage ke sapne 

saja rakhe the naajane kab se. Bade u

Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along

If someone asked what's a best friend?

I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte

HAR PAL LARTA HAI

कभी हंसाती है तो कभी रुलाती है जिंदगी

mehboob ki aankhe roti hui