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)
Real Friendship
you have been my friend for a very long time
agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota
करते ढेर सारी बातें, या चुप मुस्कुरातेचलते साथ साथ और हाथो में हाथ होता
Night Fun....
Missed Birthday
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
pyaar fir se hone laga
As Is Life
It's strange the things you remember
Apna kisi or ko bana na sake
Pata na chala wp kab kisi or ka naseeb hone lage
Love & Friendship
You're the one I most admire
Tears Of Love
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
A Broken Heart
How do I mend a broken heart?
