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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A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

रातों की �

The People Upstairs

The people upstairs all practice ballet

Their living room is a bowling alley

Thei

KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

Pyara Hindustan Hain

 

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ�

MUSHKILEN ZARUR HAI

मुश्किलें जरुर है, मगर ठहरा नही हूं म�

KHET KE PAAR

तनाव से झुर्रियां पड़ी कोरों की दरार

Too Careful

I don't believe in taking excess risks,

But a person can be excessively careful, too.