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.
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
349 41
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MEET KARAYE NAHI JATE
Woh suhane lamhe ab bhulaye nahi jate
Yaado k parinde yu hi udaaye nahi jate
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DOST JAB AAP JAISA MILA KARTA HAI
साथ अगर दो तो मुस्कायेंगे जरुर
प्
ajnabee the or ajnabee hai
मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि
Tum chalo dagar pe,
Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,
Yr desh hai tumhara neta to tum ho kal ke,
Duniyan
Seeds Of Growth
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.
Give
AAG KI BHIKH
धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,
KABHI DHOOP TO KABHI CHHAON
कभी धूप कभी छाया है
कभी सत्य कभी मा
such a wonderful collection
So pause lots,
function at a pace
that doesn’t pull you apart.
Hono
mehboob ki aankhe roti hui
Missing Piece In Life
I've lost a piece and it's impossible to bring it back.
I was too careless. I was too sla