A Time to Talk

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

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)

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Jab tanha tanha

Jab Tanha Tanha Hote Ho,

Aawaaz Mujhe Tum Diya Karo,

 

Har Dhadkan M

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway

A Lover's Poem

I never knew love until I found you.

Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it

Dream to Live

 

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

ruthe huye yaar ko manau

Socha tha k apne ruthe huye yar ko manau

Ja ke uske daman mein toot kar bikhar jaau

WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN

Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,

dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,

sikhay

Times Are Changing

We had our good days and we had our bad,

I thought I would never forget the times we had.

dosti ka wishwaas

prrem or tyaag ke dhage se juda hota hai,

ek vishwas dosti kaa!

duniyan ke sabhi

KHUD KO HEE DHOONDTA HUN

Tere kareeb aur tujhse door hone ke baad,

Jaha jaha sath chale wo raaste dhoondti hu

Life
A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of