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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kanha ki diwani

हर शाम किसी के लिए सुहानी नही होती

Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_

Bhut log juda hote h,

ek tum bhi shi...

Ab itni si baat pe,

kya jeena cho

How It Used To Be

I saw her during recess

And then again at lunch

I kinda liked to tease her

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BAS EK BAAT MAAN LO

Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,

barso se thi hume

uperwaale ne dikha hi diya

mei or meri tanhai

मैं अकेला कब था ,मैं था और मेरी तनहाई थ

My One, My Only, My Everything

For so long, I wished for the day.

The day that our love would find its way.

From

Finding Peace

Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.

It never leaves me in day or dark.

Combat ch

A Perfect Friend

A friend is someone we turn to

when our spirits need a lift,

A friend is someone

SADA RAHE

 

चाहे रहे सदा मेरे जमाना विरूद्

MUSHKILEN ZARUR HAI

मुश्किलें जरुर है, मगर ठहरा नही हूं म

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