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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KYA HAI ZINDGI
शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल
The Day I Remember
I opened my eyes
I looked to the sky
the birds were singing and whistling by
My One, My Only Is You
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
Two Beers...
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
JIWAN KA WO MARG
मैं जब तेरे बारे में सोचती हूँ ,
फि
hamari dosti kya hai
padi likhi ladki or anpad ladki
बेटा घर पर लता है अपनी गर्लफ्रेंड को
MUJHE BHI KHABAR NAHI
कोई आहट होती है ना,
तो लगता है जैसे
nafrat kabhi bhi mat karna
Nafrat Kabhi Na Karna Hum Se,
Ye hum Kabi na Seh Payein Gey,
Ek bar keh Dena hums
KHWAAB HAI JISME
आंखे कितनी भी छोटी क्यो ना हो !!
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