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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Dosti kya hai

क्या खबर तुमको दोस्ती क्या हैं

ये

Shahjhan Ki Mumtaj

उसकी आँखे जैसी एक राज़ हो

 

उसक

From My Heart

A million stars up in the sky.

One shines brighter - I can't deny.

A love so prec

Tum ne usme aisa kya dekha ?

Log Mujhse Hr Bar Poochte Hain Tum Ne UsMe Kya Dekha ?

Me Kehta Hun Jab Usy Dekha To Phir

A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <

bat hai yeh kon jo hoti nahi

जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं

Jab tanha tanha

Jab Tanha Tanha Hote Ho,

Aawaaz Mujhe Tum Diya Karo,

 

Har Dhadkan M

niyam hai jiwan ka

परिवर्तन नियम है जीवन का,
Little Dance Of Love

We dance circles around each other.

Making eye contact now and then.

Smiling, gig

Speechless
My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

Our dads always mad

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