A Time to Talk
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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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Everyone Is Searching
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
mujhe zamane ne chot di hai
dosti kya hai
dosti wo nahi jo jaan deti hai
dosti wo bhi nahi jo muskan deti ha
MAA KI SAHANSHILTA
बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने
हर एक
Never Forget
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
YADGARI KE LAMHE
जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम
NASEEB BADAL DE
वक्त से लड़कर जो नसीब बदल दे,
इन्सान
Cigarette peene wala
Daru aur Cigarette peenewala insaan
kabhi matlabi
nahi hota...
Jise apni
dosti ka rishta
Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,
Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .
Jo deti hai har kada
AAG KI BHIKH
धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,