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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ek bewafa ka intzaar

हम तुम्हारे फोन का इंतज़ार करते है <

Greed.....

When we were born with no possession.

The love received was our concession.

No wo

KABHI BHI KISI SE PYAAR MAT KARNA

Kabhi Kisi Se Pyaar Mat Karna

Ho Jaaye To Inkaar Mat Karna

Nibha Sako To Chalna U

tumse jab bate shuru hui

उस एक दिन जब बातें शुरू हुई तुमसे लगा �

TUM HO KON

अगर इश्क़ कोई जुर्म नहीं, फिर ये सजा क्�

My Weakness

Until I met you my heart stood still

Like the moon and the sun

Their love is true

Chandni raaton mein jab

Chaandni Raaton Mein Jab Tu Dekhegi Us Chaand Ko Tab....

Hum Uss Chaand Se Tujhe, Tujh Ko

CHEN SE SO GAYA
Dusro ki baaton me log yuhi kho gaye Humne shuru kiya batana  To kisse galat ho gaye Hum

She Is Unique

She is unique.

Every time I see her

I just can't seem to know how to speak.

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने

हर एक �