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.
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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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phir aaj koi gazal tere naam na ho jaye
kahin likhte likhte shaam na ho ja
apne daman mein chupa loon tujhko
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Dil karta hai apna bana loon tujhko.
Marr
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Kismat kismat ki baat hai
Jab se mila hu tujhse,
Tu mere sath hai
Kismat
khamosh mat raho
जब कोई ख्याल दिल से टकराता है
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Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
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Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
TUMKO HI SOCHTA HAUN
तुमको ही सोचता हूँ तुमको ही ढूँढता हू
Har rishte me dosti nahi milti
हर रिश्ते में दोस्ती नहीं मिलती।
