Love and Friendship

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.

-Emily Brontë

Other poems-on-life

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

That's Life

This life is a wonderful gift .. accept it, embrace it. 

It starts with a new day ..

HUM BADAL NA NAHI CHAHTE

हम राह को बदलना नहीं चाहते हैं,

हम �

The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing lo

hum chalna chahte hai

hum raah ko badalna nahi chahte,

raah ko hum banana chahte hai.......

jo khud pad

zindagi kabhi hasati hai

Zindagi kabhi hasati hai, kabhi rulati hai,

Kabhi khushi deti hai, kabhi gam de jaati hai

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and

Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O