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,
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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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pal pal mera dil ghabrata hai

 

har rang kabhi kabhi fika nazar ata hai

roshni hoti hai fir bhi nazar ata

hum unko paa na sake

Aansuon Ke Saagar Me Dil Ko Doobote hue,

Tamaam Raaten Guzar Di Rote hue

Mazak Ka

Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.

Only A Dream

I'm living in my little world.

I'm happy there, it's okay.

It's much more fun tha

Bhartiye Tiranga

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

koshish karne walon ki kabhi haar nahi hoti

fakat yah jaanta

 

jo mit gaya who jee gya

 

moond kar

AFSAANE KA DUKH OR SUKH

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का,

ये राज है सदा

I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

Pyara Hindustan Hain

 

अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौ

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