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.
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
I Am Trying
I know there's something great in me,
Friendzz..
Opposites
A Letter To An Old Friend
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
ZAMANE SE LAD KAR
Teri Palko Ki Chaow Me Hi Guzre Meri Raate...
Aate hai farishtey bankar
Aate hai farishtey bankar,
hume akele chodne ka irada kun
दोस्ती का वादा किया था।,साथ निभाने का सहारा दिया था
MAN SE SWIKAR
एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )
Cancer Poem-Mother Smile
I remember your brave face through all the pain,The day you told us and I tried to remain sane." I have breast cancer," you said as a matter of fact,Yet you didn't shed a single tear you stayed
Sometimes I Feel
Sometimes I feel as if it was bad to fall in love at first sight,
MUJHE NA BASANT BHATA HAI
मुझे न बसंत भाता है,