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
Nothing Left To Say
I've got nothing left to say.
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
A Lonely Soul
I am just a lonely soul
BIN MANGE MIL JAYEGA
प्रभु कहते हैं……..!!
Regret And Pain
Here I am, stumbling down the street
PARIWAR HUM DO PAR HI SIMAT GAYA
जिन काले घने बालों पर इतराते थे हम कब उनको रंगना शुरू कर दिया पता ही नहीं चला|
I Need My Friend Back
Who are you?
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
Love And Hugs
A bunch of flowers,
You
YouYou are so deceiving When you come into my lifeYou make me feel the best I canYet you stab me with your knifeYou take away my money, my friends & family tooYou take away my dignityMy life
