When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
My Love....
From the moment our eyes met,
tum hame mile
Kabhi to waqt thaira hoga jo tum mile
Alone Together
There are gaps and walls between us,
CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI
GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI
Har aansu mera ek shola hai
Dard apne dil ka humne
Giving Friend
Quite possibly
To laugh often and much;
I am Sorry
I'm sorry for everything you've been throughIt must've been very hard on youI'm sorry for all that's been said and doneI was the moon, you were the sunI'm sorry for not making everything rightBut the
hamari dosti kya hai
कभी जमीं कभी फ़लक भी हैं,दोस्ती झूठ भी हैं सच भी हैं,दिल में रह जाए तो कसक भी
A Lover's Poem
I never knew love until I found you.
