When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
-W. B. Yeats
Its your Choice
Choti choti baat pe
Ab kadwi lage aisi baat
TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Life Pain Ends
Breathe in the fresh air,
NAZAR SE DEKHA
CHAHE NAZAR NA AYE
चाहे नजर ना आये कहीं उजाला
Storm Of Fears
The winds are wild
The Gift of Boredom
Seeds Of Growth
Water the seed, and a plant will grow.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in
