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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A Thought True To You

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet,

And I love you.

I Can Be Anything You Want And Need

I can be the silence

when the world around you

gets to be too loud.

 

mehboob ki aankhe roti hui

I'm Getting Lonely

It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely

Wishing someone would sit down and hold me

ALFAZON KI KAMI

रात की इस ख़ामोशी में

इस कलम की सरगो

A Friend Found In Music

Music is the ocean

That pulls me to the shore.

Music is the rhythm

That m

To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoon

Pyar bhre shbdo se koi paigaam likhta hoon

Ro Ro Kar Sunaya Tha ....

Ro ro kar sunya tha jin ko apna Haal-e-Dil...

Hans hans kar meri wafa ki woh toheen kar g

Unhappy..

I want to love again,

but my heart will not obey.

I want to be happy,

but