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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Love At First Sight

Eyes glare of

the unexpected

staring far too long

the person that

ajnabee the or ajnabee hai

मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि�

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Aate hai farishtey bankar

Aate hai farishtey bankar,

Rehte hai har waqt haath thamkar,

Milta Hai anmol dost

KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

DIL NE CHHUPA DI MOHABBAT

Bichadi pyaar ki dhadkaney Aankhon mein nami de

Bandh raahon ki uljhan Jeene na de

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koi mujhe pehchanta hi nahi

 

aaj wo mera naam bhul gay unko shayad oata nahi ki me kon hun 

jikrra

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

My Sweet Love

I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

When I awake, how real it seems.

You aren't