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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You
You
You are so deceiving
When you come into my life
You make me feel the best I can
Yet

I Love You Well

I wish not to love you much,

Only to love you well.

Much is but a quantity,

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

Fear Of Falling

 

Why are we so afraid

to fall in love?

Is it the hurt, the heartbre

My Empty, Broken Heart

 My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up   my tears. 

pyaar hota h hazaro me ek se

हज़ार लड़के प्यार नही करते 

हज़ा

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

Best Friends Are Angels, That God Sent Along

If someone asked what's a best friend?

I'd have to say someone who's there 'til the bitte

Kuch Yaaden Dosti Ke Lamho Ki

 

 

Kuch yaadein hain un lamho ki,

 

jin lamho me

Jo ek bar ho jae mohbbat to fir kisi or se nhi hoti...

Kisi ko tut kar chahne se mohabbat nhi hoti ,

kisi ko pane ki khwahish rakhne se m