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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wo mobbat hi kya jisme yaaden na ho 

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Feels like a lifetime ago

that I loved like that.

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and more a

jeevan isi ka naam hai

 

Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein

 

Kisko nahi behna pada

EK AURAT KE KHILAF

उस एक औरत के खिलाफ 

दुनियादारी क�

Sare dosto ko samarpit

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