A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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chhod ay hum wo teri galiyan
जहां तेरे पैरों के कँवल गिरा करते थे
LIKHTI HU TUMHARE INTEZAAR MAI
लिखती हूँ मैं,
तेरे इजहार का इंतजा
Missing Those Days
BOLA BHI KYA I AM SORRY
Mujhe dekar unke intjar ki saja wo pyar se kahgye i m sorry,
tadpa tadpa kar mujhe rulate
me kon hun
आग हूँ आगाज़ हूँ खुद की गलती छुपाने वा
A Rooted Friend
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Teri hasrat mere dil mai yun bs gai...
Teri hasrat mere dil me yun bass gai he,
Jaisey ek Andhey ko hasrat aankhon Ki...
Shadow Of Life
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
aao zindagi ko gte chale
आओ जिंदगी को गाते चले, कुछ बातें मन की
A Perfect Friend
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
