Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!Other souls may find their joy
In the blind love of a boy:
Give me that which years have tried,
Disciplined and purified,—
Such as, braving sun and blast,
You will bring to me at last!There are brows more fair than mine,
Eyes of more bewitching shine,
Other hearts more fit, in truth,
For the passion of your youth;
But, their transient empire past,
You will surely love me last!Wing away your summer-time,
Find a love in every clime,
Roam in liberty and light,—
I shall never stay your flight,
For I know, when all is past
You will come to me at last!
-Elizabeth (Akers) Allen (1832-1911)
KITABON MAI
Na Jane Saloon Baad Kaisa Sama Hoga,Hum Sab Doston Mei Se Kaun Kaha Hoga,Phir Agar Milna Hoga To Milenge Khwabon Mai,Jaise Sukhe Gulab Milte Hai Kitabon Mai.
tu jo kehde khuda se
Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
The Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
badhe chalo
Na haath ek Shastra ho
I LOVE YOU
When April bends above me
tum mera pehlu to bano
मेरा पहलू बनो तुम और मैं आगोश हो जाऊं,दिल की हर बात कह दूं और फिर खामोश हो
Never Letting Go
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
Forever Friends
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
Love On Reserve
We knew love had no space.
