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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MUJHE APNA YAAR BANA LO

मुझे अपनी जान बना लो,

अपना अहसास बन

ZINDAGI KI SAFAR ME MILE

दो ओस की बूंद जैसे,जिंदगी के सफ़र में म

SHAAM KI TARAH

शाम की तरह हम ढलते जा रहे है,

बिना क

My Life...

The things I've seen will scar me for life.

Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o

maa ka bana hua khana

Maa ke hath se bane hue tiffin ko hum ab bhi nahin bhul paate hain 

“Maa teri

God's Gift To Me

You are my sunshine.

You are my shining star.

Everything I'm not,

You are

The Mirror

My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,

for today I discovered an old man starin

APNA SAMAJH LIYA

HMNE HI KUCH JYADA APNA SAMAJH 

LIYA THA UNHE APNE TO WHO HUE

HI NAHI.....KY

A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

Friends are far, friends are near.

Friends will be there to lend an ear.

They lis

For A Best Friend

Through tears and fights,

Through smiles, I knew everything

It would be all right

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