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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TERI DOSTI KI ADAT
तेरी दोस्ती की आदत सी पड़ गयी है मुझे,
Two Beers...
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
My Dear Love
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
AFSAANE KA DUKH OR SUKH
सुख-दुख के अफसाने का,
ये राज है सदा
badi badi desh ki bate
alag alag galiyon ko kon ginta hai
saath khade ho rehne wale, desh tabhiu banta hai
He'll Never Know
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
Sweet Dreams
Last night as I lay sleeping, love,
A vision came to me.
It was of you and I, my love,<
A flea and a fly
A flea and a fly flew in a flue.
"We're" imprisoned, they said, but what could they do?
When I First Met You
~When I first met you~
When I first met you, I didn't give it a second tho
Where Were You
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
