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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PAKE TUMKO KHONA NAHI HAI......

PAKE TUMKO KHONA NAHI HAI......

JIINE SE PHLE MRNA NHI HAI.....

KASOOR HAI ITNA H

Kuch baten hum se

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Suna Karo,

Kuch Baatein Hum Se Kiya Karo,

 

Mujh

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

Losing The Best Part Of Me

I'm no longer whole

And sadly neither is he

We've been locked out by pain

What Do I See In You

What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,

I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

TARO KE SAMAN RAHE

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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Secret Love

I love you so much.

Please never doubt this is true.

But I'm having such

Never Give Up

Never give up,

Never give in.

Move onward and upward with strength from within.

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the h