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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The Worst Pain Known To Me

The worst pain known to me

Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,

To love

Holi - Prem ki !!
Aao Aao, Yahan sabh aao
dekho kaisey khel raha
natkhat nand laal yahan
chupke se chura raha

CHUN CHUN KAR

मैं जिसमें चुन -चुन कर कदम रखती हूँ,

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TADAPTE HAI PED OR PANCHHI

बनते बिगड़ते हालातों का

हिसाब है ज�

koi kesa bhi ho kya fark padta hai

koi sub kahe, koi chup rahe,

koi chhav sahe, to koi dhup sahe,

koi rahe, to koi n

APNA HAR DARD CHHUPAYA

Zindgi se apna har dard chupa lena

Khushi na sahi gam gale laga lena

Koi agar kah

Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

sacha veer bana de

sacha veer bana de maa- sacha veer bana de maa 

dhruv jeasi mujhe bhakti de de- arju

Time is Sleeping

Time is sleeping.
Sand will be the last thing remaining,
Sand that covers planets,

Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the r