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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Heartbroken..

You broke my heart

And won't repair it

You took my love

and won't give it

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

Tere pyar mein

Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,

Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,

Ab To unki

sone ki chidiya

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

Desh Hame Deta Hain Sab Kuchh
Desh hame deta hai sab kuchh
Hum bhi to kuchh dena sikhen
Suraj hame roshni deta
Hawa

Time Increase Love

Time is like the wind,

Slow and smooth.

Time can change swiftly,

Fast and

The Gift of Boredom

 

Are you bored?

 

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spend every wakin

Mera Pyara Desh

Pyara pyara mera desh,

saja-sanwaara mera desh.

Duniya jis par garv kare--

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Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,