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,
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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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HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR

हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर

आज़ादी के

As Is Life

It's strange the things you remember

And the things you seem to forget.

It's a ja

Bol Na Yaad To Aati Hogi Na..

Ghanato Bath Kar Wo Baate Karna...

Ek Ek Meri Shararat Tumko Yaad To Aati Hogi Na...?

WO REHTE HAI IS KADAR

Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise

Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise

Narm eh

A Walk With You

Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet

as l inhale the air that smells so sweet

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sone ki chidiya

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती

Best Friends
if someone said what's a best friend
I'd have to say someone who's there, till the bitter end

ITIHAS ON ME NAAM LIKHA MERA DESH

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा – संवार

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

Life Is All About Symphony

To live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury,

and refine

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