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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veero ka safar

देख तेरा हौसला बुलंद अपार

 

तन

Times Are Changing

We had our good days and we had our bad,

I thought I would never forget the times we had.

If I Could Tell You
When I see you in the morning
it brightens up my day
there are so many thoughts on my mind

KUCH RANG ZINDAGI KE

यदि एक औरत 

अपने आत्मसम्मान के ल�

AMAR HO JAUNGA LAGTA HAI

Anjaana sa Duniya ki baatoon se

Din-Pal aur Raaton se

Na kisi ke kahne ka asar

Nothing Left To Say

I've got nothing left to say.

It's like the words ran away.

 

And I'

koi kesa bhi ho kya fark padta hai

koi sub kahe, koi chup rahe,

koi chhav sahe, to koi dhup sahe,

koi rahe, to koi n

Faithful, Unsure Love
Through all the storms and struggles—
All the fights and tussles’,
All the disrespect, and

na hi pyaar badla hai or na hi jazbad

ना ही दिल बदला है मेरा,

ना ही मेरे ज़�

Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are st