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)

Other poetry

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

Keeping The Promises

Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?

The promise to be there for

A True Romance

You're the best thing to happen to me,

So let our love fly free.

You're my dream

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

Pain Of A Broken Heart

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart.

I never thought we would be apart.

When

Riwaaj yahi h duniya ka...

Riwaaj to yahi hai duniya ka mil jana bichhar jana,
Tum se ye kaisa rishta hai na milte ho

When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And

teri yaad juda hoi

tu juda hoyo par teri yaad juda naa hoi

saath tere mujhe rehna hai 

tu is mo

jiwan hi hai sundarta

वह जीवन भी क्या जीवन है,
What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,