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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Friendship Are Like Daimonds

In the darkness, in the silence,

Only faint memories of joy are heard.

Overrun by

BAS TUM HAMESHA KE LIYE TUM MERI BAN JAO

Jab tum khush hote ho to mujhe sari kayanat khush nazar aati hai,

Jab tum udas hote ho to

Intjar Karna Padta Hain

 

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

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The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on my neck

A Cow And A Rooster Went Dancing

A cow and a rooster went dancing

One night by the light of the moon.

They'd arran

We'll Take Fall Together

Shall we take Fall together,

go sifting through the fallen leaves

and gaze upon t

I Realize That I Love You

The sunshine appears to be brighter.

My heart feels a bit lighter.

More beautiful

tumhare naam ki mehndi

Tere naam ki mehendi sajai maine hatho mei

Tujhko chupaya maine apni sanso mei

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I Am Not A Flirt

I'm not just a flirt.

When I think about you.

It doesn't just hurt.

Becau

Love? No. Fate? I Think So

I knew the day we met

That we were meant to be.

I knew our fate was set,