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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I know so little about you,

But I'm falling in love with you.

I have been since t

zindgi ko ji lo achhese

kabhi kabhi kuchh cheezein  Apne man 

ki bhi kar le ni chahiye

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The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

HAMARE MILNE KA PATA

एक दिन हमारे मिलने का पता होगा,कोई तो �

Yad To Aati Hogi

 

Yaad to aati hogi tumko rulati hogi

 

Meri tasvir tumhe roj r

KHWAAB HAI JISME

आंखे कितनी भी छोटी क्यो ना हो !!

ताक�

yahi sahi waqt hai

yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa

desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa

yahi

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You told me not to fart mom,

so I didn't eat the beans.

You told me it would smel

Tera intezaar hai

Naram labon ki jo chhooe hai dastak

Pehloo me koi gulzar hai

Fir hai Mohabbat us

I Am Worthy

I am worthy. There is nothing

that can or will happen today that

could convince m