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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meri pyaari maa

मेरी प्यार माँ तू कितनी प्यारी है माँ

The One...

I hope you find

the one who quiets

the screams.

I hope you find

t

The Love I Feel For You

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

ve kar jise sakte nahi

हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले

Life Brevity

Life's brevity, so bittersweet,

depends upon just one heartbeat.

Brief as dusk an

Living Life With Purpose

Life and death; without one there cannot be the other.

For some, it's short, but they liv

Another Crush

I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

GIRNA ZAROORI THA

गिरना जरूरी है

ठोकर खाना जरूरी है

CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI

GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI 

OUKA KA PATA CHALTA HAI

BADTE HAI JUB HATH UTHANE KO&nb

Dosti kya hai

क्या खबर तुमको दोस्ती क्या हैं

ये

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