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

Other poetry

The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think

AAJ AAYI HO TO

आज आई हो तो बस कह दो कि तुम वो बातें पू�

DESH TABHI BNTA HAI

अलग अलग गलियों कुचों में लोग कोन गिनत

banta mitta hua me

किशमिश सी जलती मस्तियाँ लपट- झपट उठता

A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You ar

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

Formula Kisi Dusri Pe Try Kar Skta Hu

 

Tujhe pane ke liye kuchh bhi kar sakta hu,

Tere pyar mein jee aur mar sakt

Why I Chose You

I've always underestimated myself,

Always tried to humble myself,

But when it cam

A Minute
Every one young or old
Needs someone to listen
As their stories are told

The difference

The Guitar Of Time

On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,

the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo