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
On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummerFirst Kiss...
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
Helen Keller
मैं कभी-कभार ही अपनी कमियों क
zindgi ka naam imtehan
कहते हैं ज़िन्दगी का दूसरा नाम इम्तिह
Every Thought Of You
Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion;
I give to you my deepest
Mistakes Can Be Good
Mistakes can be good.
They can help you grow.
They can show you what you need to
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
In Loving Memory
On every soldier’s tombstone
should be a message of honor, respect and love:
"In loving memo
Remember The First Meet
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I Can't Help Myself
When I see you standing there... Did you even notice me?
I sit in class and you're on my
